This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO

QUESTIONS FROM ANOTHER GOD

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ANOTHER GOD: Where is the light emanating from your living?

ANSWER: Snuggled tightly to our ashen mother of sustenance, her concrete cloth lashed tightly `round our mouths while decaying organs clang upon their rusty pipes; a reverie to the stone dragons sleeping in our dark.

ANOTHER GOD: Where are the soft, milk-filled breasts of your suckling mercy? Have they too been punctured by the weight of your sins? Oozing out offerings at the foot of tyranny’s trough?

ANSWER: All’s been drained, shipped away in barrels.

ANOTHER GOD: How do you endure, pitiful as you are?

ANSWER: We are homeless upon these darkened streets. Homeless and hungry in our unremarkable dwelling, begging that we might buy back scant drops of her nectar.

ANOTHER GOD: Above the granite facing of shadow yonder stands your emaciated lady. She stares eyeless toward the spanning ocean, might she not save you?

ANSWER: No. Her light has long been gone, spent, sold.

ANOTHER GOD: Was she ever beautiful?

ANSWER: Her light once spread out over the world.

ANOTHER GOD: She’s nothing to offer you now?

ANSWER: Just her prostituted limbs rising lightless above the water.

ANOTHER GOD: No light? No dawn? No curve of fervent hope?

ANSWER: Hope?

ANOTHER GOD: Yes. Hope.




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