Homage To Flesh

Far beyond the light years, 
I will seek the darkness- 
where the hope was born, 
and night had the faith. 

The trust not betyrayed, become 
meniscus, when the crowds 
start coming. Dog bitten you scowl. 
A half-written poem was ripped away. 

An inside truth comes too close 
to flames. Something limbless- 
moves in empty mind. In the 
falling snow a dove flutters like a myth. 

Half-truths are touted now as, 
a new brand of secular religion. 
Something was amiss. Man was 
afraid of himself, becoming semi-god.