Expose the Rift

I love, but not intimate love. I fall, but not the fall of death.

Here’s a riddle: everything is God; and I die to confess. My

Life: a secret vault; and I die to flex. Test a spirit; and vex

A demon. Speak the mystery, my deacon soul; and nun-ic

Prayer, a sky to perish. My Buddhist mind, the sun is green;

And angel tears, the prayers of God. Thus, the heat, a

Featured flame; and thus the grey, a featured frame; and

What of Satan: a Job-ian Cross; and what of God, a riddled

Storm. I war—a destined light; and cry—a destined breath;

And only truth, affirms the pain. Inflate the gods, the darkest

Angel; and fathom your vision. [Selah]I perish—my heart:

Alive—a secret; and rise—my soul: alive—the Spirit. Oh my

Forest God: speak the Word; and oh my God: expose the rift;

For fractured thought, burns the soul—my Lord.