EVERY TRUE RELIGION IS BOUND TO FAIL

Only the Divine truth reveals itself

In lies, smarter truths Disguise themselves as

Fundament or wise. On the way from dusk

To Dark, slip to slap, pitch to black, a Haze

Cries sudden slow, searing sworn, Betrays de-

lay’s sullied song. Ev’ry true monument

Lays in shards, layered with tongues. The trip to

Caution foments Alarm, as lulled to

Passion, Action never reverses Wrong—

no Certainty ever could Cancel right.

Tried syrup for a while, round of sweetness

For ton of Tears. Fault of fellows, rusty

Melons that mock the girls and make us dry.

Mock the curls and make men sigh.