Soham bares the fruit of every forbidden tree
“I Am That I Am” for the shadow of the cave
Shall we let it rot on the vine?
Live and let livid from the grave
While shooting stars chase their stardust into yeast?
Is this Plato's wet dream?
Baring child from an infertile seed?
Let it rest lest it rest in peace
Circumcise it with your teeth
Ferment it into a disillusioned dream
Distill life till it's realized
Vomit the forgotten
Forget all forgiveness
Stumble into this high tide
How much space is there
Between sunset
And the night
Somewhere within deception is the word
If deception prefaces heaven,
Then I have seen the light
I been to the mountaintop
We shook shadows in the dark
Left-handed recollection of space
Presently poised
To reckon with the guise
Of indentured noise
And the deceptive word in the light?
I think you thought these thoughts before
Where the fuck is hindsight?
Where you think memory's stored?
P.S. The Devil's linguist survives on morning tithes. Amen.