Which is the greater cross to bear:
to be crucified and immortalized;
to be deified or be cast aside;
to realize you are insignificant
in the world's eyes?

We expire like votives on an altar of flames,
as secrets and whispers and wishes with names,
we are trivialized, and we diminish uncounted;
with our sacrifice, we go under the mountain.

We die.

This is why I weep not for J____ Christ.
A figment: his pain is my ridicule.
I will fall on no knee, but my side.
I will close his book
and will count him not nearly as high
as my heroes are listed through time.

I am Josef K after my trial;
I am writing you from underground;
I'm a wolf on the steppes;
I've been holding my breath;
so I get me my peace when I get home from town.

No chariot is swinging,
just a sun that's receding
and meaning to slowly explode
and swallow us whole.
So I pray not for hope,
or damn-fool resolutions,
nor angels to guard me
from flukes or contusions.

I pray not for nothing, not no how.
Know why?
'Cause ain't nobody cares,
and we're all gonna die.

12/12/2013

Posted on 12/12/2013
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