Meet You At The End of Time*
Call him a saint and he'll kill you.
Go to your Heaven if you remember the way.
Self-advertisements are confused by identity theft.
You don't belong in one place.
Call my name, someone else steps forward.
The faces you see are familiar.
Their stories are never the same.
Make the theater darker so we can see.
Follow my eyes and look upward.
Our direct threats are temporarily firm.
Effluents spread through the air.
Here and now is preferable to any future goal.
Hawks eat sparrows. Open the window.
If the hands of God get dirty,
Who will wash them?
The good sinner dies with the bad.
Whose bed is occupied
May be another matteer.
Bring your holy city to me
So that it !
and I
will become
Indistinguishable from each other
Before it's holiness expires.
Just outside you God,
Do we find the suburbs of Heaven?
Give water to the thirsty ground
But feed the humans first and last.
Set your ship asail
But not on a downward path.
Let us crusade into each other's bodies
If that is where intuition leads us.
Let us be fewer wars.
Better to be none at all.
To attain perfection in one lifetime
May be impossible
Even with total dedication.
Offer me the world.
It seems to refuse the meeting.
You may kiss the mask of deceit
In hopes of finding good therein.
Live inside your illusions
If you won't have mine.
Your path is over and complete
Whereas mine continues.
Two groups of
lunatics
Fight over different names
For the same, nonexistent god.
Their Heaven was a trap.
Their corpses putrify in the open air.
Make peace with a pile of old stones.
If your fire killed me,
How do I still speak?
The endless demands of the body
Force you to make what is
Merely mental real.
Now escort me to the sea
For which this land prepares.
Tom Savage
5/14/05
*Written while watching The Kingdom of Heaven by Ridley Scott
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