Nameless Gods

The days clouds creating shattering, shadowing furnaces,
None of us could stand so close
To your ceiling an ocean, eyes of a lid in glowing coal

Tempering a fragile strange stare, an old awe,
Glassware that was passed to us
When we were young,
Looking up so frail,
They rise to their grave,
Harbour in the sky
In the bolt of an eye

The godly sins where sunshine ends,
The things you say with the fury you took in the fall
Nameless gods put up your road block,
Play your show and roar
How could we kneel?
How could we be smaller?
When you recognize the fear in our eyes
With an impulse to split us in two.

Afternoon light is dimmed, heat
Subdued,
Clouds
Lending the
Whole, a soft
Cloister, thunderous
Reverberations
Grumbling
In the
Atmospheric
Periphery, just
Strong
Enough,
To be felt

It is cool here
The sky is calling as well
Pregnant with rain,
Hovering mass potential
Wicked winds
Eminent
But her currents wear
Silent mouth

It is still enough
To just be in it,
Sticky with its dark
Sweat clings
To show its worth
Closing in
On permanence

Like time is its currency
And it might come down
In silver coin
That it would be imprinted
The face of Nero
And not
The stamp of God

What God exists
In silver or
By face
By name at all
Nevertheless
The rain
Its burden approaching
So that we do not fiddle
Or burn it down

The electric in the sky
A great battle, this
Its inner turmoil fights
Corrupts
And blankets the sky
Purple,
Neon flash of a gate keeper without sword

And perhaps it takes a little madness,
A delicious drop, a
Perfect
Accent ingredient,
A willingness to
Bear
The transformative
Embrace
Of naked flame,
To love forces that
Threaten with glowering black
Brow, lowered to an angle
That can
Only
Conclude
In collision
And ruin, twisted
Horns protruding above a
Neck
Thick
With muscle, which promises
Only
To ultimately
Overcome us
And all we've wrought
In cold iron,
Threaded in tightly
Woven
Rivets,
All
We've erected,
For our enduring names sake,
Rent to idle tatters with
Great
Chaotic
Strides,
Nameless gods, unconcerned
With our rites

Gods that uproot our long
Cherished
Hopes, secretly
Harbored, too
Precious
To be
Uttered, for fear they'd
Flash
And
Dissipate
Upon contact
With the air

Gods with the flippant
Grin of a street corner
Illusionist, with a flourish of
Fluid
Movement and practiced
Ease, unmake
The earth,
Beneath our feet
And erase,
Our hand me down names

This is how it goes
With myself and the Magician
And the Observer
Of natural law
When things with subtle edge
Like talk about the weather
Like a description of three different skies
Unite in the mind’s eye

The reverb of heart
Blends into one sight
A universal speculation
Of what might come down
And the parts of it that matter

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Nameless Gods
By
CalamityofGin,
DanielChristensen
&
Nomoth