“All are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”
Hebrews 4:13

This world is a warehouse where the wise burn their treasures
before they can be stored.
Where ghosts hear the echoes of their own voices
believing they are words of God spoken in tongues
of fire.

I have lived inside this fire.

After old wounds bleed clean, the scrotum shrivels in winter cold.
Testicles curl like mice in a nest of hair the color of
imagined light.
The leather finger points nowhere.

We believed we could make the world into a heaven.
Now it is another corpse where maggots dance.
And still we give off light, radiant as the moon, that we ourselves can’t see.

I know nothing.
It is this truth and no other that sets me free.
Stripped of shame and of belief, I am naked inside this fire.
Unrepentant, fully human, I fall through incandescent space
until I hit the earth or find that I am