In an Eden live the unpraised in a gray void,
In a perpetual morning where the sun sputters,
Where souls are dragged and rubbished into
An obscure other-world, muttering prayers
With hands aloft — Oh keeper of the Holy Grail,
Signify your origin in those white, tattered sheets —
Hail and farewell. Get thee ready for a revelation
In a sulfurous dreamscape, lest anyone forget,
Adolescence to the good book is purgatory
As thee are on the cusp toward which you teeter now.
Goes a spirit point of exclamation in darting orange
Into the fringe of a new world, mystical atmosphere;
Leaves behind telltale tattlers, Christians with the
Mundane vision; knotted thinking, dwindling
On obscure, pious inquisitions — the draggled lot.
This is not the Kingdom of the Godly utterance,
Of the father and the ghost. And so departed,
Away from the speaking in sudden devout tongues,
Away from the swabbing of his religious beliefs —
A penitent heart newborn, a virginal tongue bespoken.
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