TO  GOD.

Riding high on beats of the dark
Rising in icy coldness of the aloof
Our agonies will find thee hiding
In deep censored crevices of heart.

Sole generator of being
Fountain head of verity
An involute intelligence
Some seeded action warm
A crossed despondency
Perhaps a recovery
In some sultry calm.

The nearer strides
Our approach
The farther is your flight
Compositions in contortions
In sustained blighted nights.

To keep our reveries
In tears stained salined
Burning incandescent
Within some fire divined.

Amid tortures of mortality
Our recollections in must
A trajectory of the visions
For some taste of the life
Beyond shadows in the dust.