To Clean The Temple
I am to return to the temple alone
Here is the list of my doing
It does not feel safe
Here at dusk's last breath
The man's words ring out
Hammer, nail, coffin
Guess I'll go then
Walk the Way
Blessed be the hope for morning
A thousand statues weep my feet
Two pieces of parchment to keep on track
Like I need it
The too early whistles cut through the fearing
Clearing step
Clearing breath
Death alights on a new branch maybe
Tremble bring me
All my steps
Through Kierkegaarden
To be clear of point:
I am to clean the temple
This is a solitary act
No matter the fear
No matter the lack
No matter the feel
No matter the fact
So much so very in the dark
Agreement tastes like iron
On the tongue
Time wrung out
Runs
Knots
Walks
Walls crumble before Him