Armless Salutation

Going within to feel 
the war moves.The pagan 
gods have come out 
on parole. 

Was it an esoteric event 
to propitiate a violative 
divinity? From crude to soft 
affirmative nod, I am going to- 
see the game of chairs. 

Between sin and virtue, 
wrong and right, nonage 
always jumps into.Too proud to accept 
the defeat.First the annihilation 
and then the fathering. 

This genesis had no design 
no vision.A miraculous journey 
downhill.The dawn is still 
faraway.Nightlong agony 
will continue. 

Unclenched I hold the pen 
to say nothing.