Manifest

10/16/2020

When the veil was torn away;

I was revealed,

this sad rind of the human experience

harsh.
Bitter.
lamentable.

when I wake up

I pray to still be dreaming, and
when I go to sleep
I pray to sleep ceaselessly.

but what is prayer to a heathen?

The feeble whimpering of the spirit
only.

Do I feel?

At once, the answer is no
and yes.

No - then why not?

Yes - then, God... why?