Prayer to Nothingness

My heart falls,
Weightless through the folds
Of loves lorn gown
A shift of old

My man of god,
O pious one
Hold your head
Toward the sun

Feel the rays alight your hair
All elements will blend with air

Why maid of fortunes,
To be told
You hang on to words
And grapple with gold

The tangible heights from which I fall
Notate  the uselessness of this all

I wait for the sky to claim my gait,
For gods to reach and grab my wit
To squeeze my brains right to a pulp
To throw my life out for the dogs.

By death only is thine name renounced
To last for years encased in stone
Remembered only by descendants
Who live on through your flesh and bone.

Amen

AARON LEYSHON (c) 2007