Endpiece

Every morning feels like God
is close to having something to say.
There were certainly times when
She/He/They did speak, but we
would not hear with elevation.
We only stringed battlements and
conquest as a meter of the present
dialogue of calamitous stripes.

Against the university nails of split
wood and hammered reason for cures
and triumph with false mastery. Where
wicked software engineers douse themselves
in exposure and disgust. Feeling, perhaps,
they were invincible, they tread on the weak
and exploit and subdue our people.

And it is our own people that we must
first wear the clothing of care for
if we are to ever hear God, some of us
must first be judged or exiled to be
cleansed, an attempt to be purified,
if we are to be able to hear how the
wronged are the leaders of the Earth.

The Wronged lead us always.

Not a select few, but all of them,
the entirety living and present whole,
collectively borrow from the voice
of God and once there, shine a light
up the nose and into the brain and
though to the walls outside the head
until the saltatory wedding pictures
brandish anew. New chances for some,
upon the green smokestack, like fever
dreams that will not go away, or walking
on thrones of propelled outer temples.

This is a pouring endpiece.

This endpiece does not favor the
tempered towership of father joints,
injunction dismissed in the entry,
dissolved where there are excuses
that do not erase the guilt, but hold
up a sensible view, but only for
a select, tormented few.

Let no one forget the entitled men
who victimized the saints.

Let no one forget January.

Is this just the beginning of tears?
Or will God’s voice finally become
clear to the masses, continuous and
the rushing of a new enlightenment
taken forward, with the vanguard
once we realize we do not need their
permission to grow or develop
something better.

An ecological discourse
on community degrowth;
an ontological formula of becoming.
When the law does not work,
one should see it was only designed
with the powerful as a priority.

Let no one harm our true leaders.
The victimized and exploited.

Let God be heard by all and stoutly
declare, “All those things that shall be
better deserved, shall be done. Entirely,
without division, save the harmful,
seaside, febrile grapes.”