trinity
I am time, and I am light
I am a spark, and I am the ghost
circling a nucleus, the father and the son,
there is an inalieble elegance in the way it all works
I remember the trips we made on horseback in the foothills in the dark
and in the light. In radiance of full sun and in shadow of sun’s absence
Tarantulas and Agave. Scotch and Saltines.
Thoughtful men, thoughtful women, all
find comfort and purpose in work
arbeit macht frei
nature holds her secrets close
waiting for the assassin to steal
in a million years, what harm will come to pass
that couldn’t pass in a millionth of a second
a coyote calls, but goes unanswered
the sweat on her sweet neck glistens
in the light of a million vanquished stars
the weapon is poised but the will wavers
his deity councils; an action waits for you to accept
that I have already done everything for you
you are merely an instrument, you are nothing,
now do your piece
I am time and I am light
I am a spark and I am the ghost
descend, and the radiance of a thousand suns
slaughters the night
now I am become death,
the destroyer of worlds