The fabric of existence stretches over my grave

like fiber optic cobweb.

Blood yearns for mercy

from these violated particles

that make up a churning sky

and build an envelope of linked blades.

The illusion of a limitless source,

of a divine ground for physical being,

is in my cosmic underwear

and nucleic core.  Confusion

of beauty with goodness

hangs a noose adorned with flowers

above the howling void.

Even your aching spirit

has been formed into an android.

You look upon the surface of my eyes

with the secondhand anxiety

of a dying god.

I am your fear of reflection

turned into madness.

I'm in the earth, I'm in the earth

vomiting blue light from parched

amphibian vessels.

I'm the coffin of the things

you never saw.