“All are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”
This world is a warehouse where the wise burn their treasures
before they can be stored.
Ghosts listening to echoes of their own voices
believe they hear the words of God spoken in tongues
I live inside this fire.
After old wounds bleed clean, the scrotum shrivels in the cold.
Testicles curl like mice in a nest of hair
the color of imagined light.
The leather finger is pointing nowhere.
We believed we could make the world into a heaven.
Now it is just another corpse where drunken maggots dance.
Radiant as the moon, we give off light we ourselves cannot
Now I know nothing.
It is this truth and no other that sets me free.
Stripped of shame and of belief, I am naked inside a fire.
Unrepentant, fully human, I fall through incandescent space
until I hit the earth or find that I am