The self sitting naked in the ample coffin of the room
Sees God’s brain hanging past the sleepless windows
And God’s lit red eye held to the thatch of existence
Threatening to pour a sea of flame upon the gloom-
Or watches the lifelong arm reach into the clock’s face
To find the little tongue wagging in the cavernous vacuum
Fleeing among dripping rocks and berserk projectiles
Escaping no elephant of truth through the hole of the lock.
The man’s gaze flattens like a bullet on the ceiling
Like a cornered animal spreading thinner its final stand;
And he grabs time by the torso now expanding in his arms
Feeling with horror how his veins become elastic bands.
A lifetime’s spread-of-wings retroactive to the womb
And flown from the minute’s photograph of eternity
Finds the self running into all God’s darkened walls
As the man screams on a radio beam in a silent room.
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