Schism
He cinches sinews of might
Around the night
And binds darkness from the light.
His unfathomable power
Exploded all matter
Into space. Still, as fighters
We deny His awesome position,
Exalting ourselves, our exposition.
We say, “He’s to blame for our fallen condition?
I will glory in who I am,
What I’ve achieved, in all I can.”
In turn he says, “You are but a man!”
I feel: my heart it beats,
I listen: my mouth it speaks,
I watch: my eyes they see.
“Do you function on your own?
As your own?
As if you own—
Anything?
No. No. Nothing.
The only thing
You possess
Is death
And mess.
I will knock and knock.
Can’t you hear the years tick off the clocks?
Yet you box and box,
And your Pugilism
Turns vandalism,
Stealing time, all for a schism.
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