Forgotten God

Long lost, never remembered- 
Fabric of the storm left weathered- 
Conceptions placed with ideal truths born- 
Which instantly, lost in eyes of storm- 

A God not "ours", nor of we its- 
Concepts in which a mind invents- 
All passed, knowing cannot exist- 
Forgotten God, unmissed- 

Those craving power cannot wield it- 
Those who should, rule isolation- 
A phantom pain, left but to feel it- 
Exists not, false formed inclination- 

For the smoke I breathe cannot be grounded- 
It expands and will not stay in place- 
It assures its nomadic escape- 
As we forget the values of its face- 

Heavier than peace, chaos weighs- 
Easier to carry in its place- 
Nothing exists with sentience gone- 
Cannot be missed, the gods die off- 

Inept to known, non-created, incapable depiction- 
As poets continue to write cycles of contridictions- 

The concept of fate invents itself.