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Ein Sof

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Did you design this all
as some strange experiment
to observe an existence
you could not comprehend?
Eternity encircling itself
and then back again,
unable to arrest your momentum.
The beauty of the moment
was a word on the tip of your tongue.
Ever reaching, never grasping,
and always… that was you.
Always.
Eternity.
Ein Sof.
What did you lack?
Unbeholden to time, to injury,
or sickness,
what did you know of insufficiency?
Did you think
it would nobly accept its
finite and frail disposition,
content with the moment?
No. It turns upon itself in terror,
like the wolf that gnaws through its leg
to escape the trap.
We awoke from nonexistence
to the terrifying diagnosis:
terminal from the moment of conception.
What was it you were lacking?
We call it emptiness.
Pointlessness.
Vexation of spirit.
Do you understand now
or was this not enough for you
to end the experiment?
Is our suffering not enough?
Were you waiting for
the miasma of despair
– that stench of religion and addiction –
to soak into the millennia?
Were you waiting for the bodies
from holy wars and suicides
to fill the graveyards and hidden places?

Or did you turn away in horror,
long ago?

Shards of Glass (Overdose)

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I saw the world through shards of glass.
Insufficient reflections
were fragmented introspections.
I could not see the totality of my delusion.
I saw the world through shards of glass.
An unbidden visitor,
a revenant of reason,
warned of an imminent destruction:
the collapse, the implosion of illusion.
“Run!” he said ,”Keep your eyes straight ahead!
There is nothing for you here anymore!”
But I faltered as I fled.
I stopped and I turned back
for a reminiscent gaze
upon a conflagrated past.
I did not know this sight would be my last.
My hand outstretched to grasp
one more second of borrowed time…
… stopped.
Flesh and bone became crystalline,
tear drops cracked into powder.
I saw the end in shards of glass.

The Least of These

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He said, “Deny yourself and follow me.”
but we fell so short in that instruction,
one might conclude we did the opposite.
The renunciation of pleasure
became
the pleasure of renunciation.
Self-denial became the virtue
and ceased being the means to attain them.
Cradling this deformed
and stunted soteriology,
our gaze only ever turned outwards
to accuse one another
of the sins we had invented.
Still, He was calling, “Follow me!”
Yes, there He stood: the least of these,
on San Pablo and Divisadero.
Did we see his divinity- his humanity?
No, we could not even see his privation,
it lay just outside our myopic casuistry.
We could only see the sin:
the indulgence and the addiction.
“Depart in peace.” We said to him.
“Be filled with the evidence of things unseen.”
Then we took up yet another offering
for those impoverished, yet believers,
in faraway countries.

Humanity (The Man in the Alleyway)

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Is it lost in the miasma of your resignation?
Where is your humanity?
Was it discarded with the last of your inhibitions?
Where is your humanity?
Does it flail somewhere between my compassion
and my need for your accountability?
What a travesty the former is beholden to the latter,
for there is no sincerity in mercy
that is bound by terms and conditions.
Oh, it is an arrogance born not of ignorance, but of understanding.
For the demon that twitches in your neck
and burns in your febrile and sleepless eyes
once twisted and burned in mine.
But I banished that which I had summoned
and arrogated a tenuous claim to sanity.
Blinded now by a myopic gaze into the synthetic light of this modern reality,
I cannot see, God help me, I cannot see,
oh stranger, oh fellow creature,
I cannot see your humanity.