Wednesday, July 3, 2013

In the Piety Exacted by Anxiety

In the piety
exacted by anxiety
when you would kneel
to any god

and promise it
your soul –

if only it would
leave you
as you’d like to be –

when psychically
you’ve bled unholy red

and all the reassurance
in the world
will not assuage
the sinking dread –

the rapid blink
of imminent catastrophe –
effect abrupt
of me.


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