There are forms that resemble you,
murderous moments that cough you up,
like the dilemma of a wheelchair
or a table laid bare, barren,
we hunger for more
in the stronghold and sanctuary
of Love, unconditional, effaced,
chaste in the utmost
and following only the imprint
footsteps of the Lord in refurbished places.
So I uproot myself and walk
many paces in your direction,
falling short of all grace
with these tokens of gratitude,
aftermath of desperation
wrought with invisible hands,
moulded by bent fingers
in the twinkling light of the stars.
But a Justice speaks out
of my Soul, and I retch up
the futility of reason and I reek of deceit.
Love, we have pursued
one another in the pursuit of Truth;
here we are, laced
with regret like ropes off the mast:
solidified, materialized splendour,
because the bedrock spire of the foundation
rises Godlike into the Sky.
San Francisco International Airport