fog

I walked into the fog of a spell
avoiding it was impossible
for I was born blind (blindness the sin –
see at any cost) like all,
a fog lain over the land where we dwell:
see it too late – it covers itself.
when all becomes fog, world becomes bathed in gray
we become accustomed to limited spectrums
within our conception
what breaks our perception?
given a cure – then it's taken away
or diverts the curse into new dimension:
symbols are abstracts; the ocean is mere introspection
look inward, into the fog – fog has settled there
now you're buried in air!
and water
but not the waters of life;
you come to think you are the cause
all misery it stems from within
outwardly one bears on arm a tattoo
St. Mary the Virgin – she speaks through
symbols lift the fog in spirit
symbols are living: we, animated
frightening for man to be put in his proper place
beneath spirits but man is no monkey
collection of beating molecules eating
and moving toward nothing within black space;
a porous being with a partial soul,
man is a conduit for symbol and force,
forgetting his status he gets drunk on promise of power -
a contract to use his own;
a wretched state, to be flesh animated
by spirit and used, used, endlessly -
life really would be in one breath:
who can live such a perfect life?
I can't figure out correct configuration
and so remain unready, unstarted – it's hard
to be woman yet nobody's wife –
what is the only consolation
for our natural wretched state?
God so loved what poor man is
he gave for this intermediate being his Son.
for man's heart it can bear something
a man's heart is very hard to judge
a heart is a keeper of utmost beauty
irreplicable by anything – even angels

I walked into the spell of a fog
cast over our era – for repopulation;
they thought the fall of man befell
once again; they redo his configuration.
And if man knew who he is true
he would understand the man with the plan
he would see how he's seen: languishing in between
and most men never make themselves ready;
most are flesh best to be cast
to feed the living demands for flesh
for sacrificial pseudospiritual rites
warped-by-their-hubris interpretations;
the smartest sinners fall the hardest;
the cleverest devils are always the smartest
the most enlightened are the most frightened;
the most powerful are almost blighted;
the most amount of men are united
under their honest predilection:
unwillingness to undergo course correction -
it's not in their best interest
and who speaks this if not soul-grain?
hope rests eternal in the word
hope is the strength to lift the boulder
hope is the break of the long-cast spell
feel the cage bars rattling
when you, a man, contact the living
symbols parading around, through, within
differentiate those in the air
and those come down
and those worn proudly on the hand of man
who aligned himself
who used his station
his mind to find ladders suspended in darkness
and be a conduit for revelation