no god

He caught me in the dark room stood,
a disused lamp, cornered; saw thru,
understood, as god would, subjectively.

But no-one ever knows what I think
as my pen scores the page. I’m alone:
not like when I’m by the river tho,

dark after the funeral, or in a crowd,
where an inner eye still lights me; but free,
beneath myself.

 

2 thoughts on “no god

  1. this has a similar feel which I’ve commented on before, of being found in the notebook of a missing poet or alchemist,
    someone disappeared, or found, as charred ashes in spontaneous combustion!

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