What knowledge of man of the personality of God?
Breathing the intimate nature of the divine,
In hushed reverence, henceforth a presence
Of unnatural disorder bereft of sanctification.
I am below, I am king of worms beneath stars,
A gobbet of flesh from thy unknowable host.
See me now, how I spit on treacherous spirits,
See me now, curse the tomb of trust in ye men.
I reject his power as impotent and irrelevant,
A miserable spectre of endless irreverence.
Mark me now,
That I might wander,
Curse me now,
With bliss of nothingness
Nameless hole, loving saviour!
Be here now.