Helpless Idol

Who could be content
with this wretched world

religions bribe

death; bovine silence
tears of my beating red heart

without passions arc
there would only be rational thought
and grizzled earth
arctic cold

poetry beats the gravity
of this rock
deepens the mouth of inspiration
worming through
the machinery of desperation
like Jesus floats

eloquence it's revenge
a helpess idol

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