when the gods have no reason

Here the ridges are words

And on the last day

Night became

Like water in the stillness

We searched for meaning where

There was none and sufficed in the

Flesh form as only promise

I sunk my covet

In the ground of an apparition

Modeled on a man

Wealthy as a teacher

Or treacherous arbitrator, my

Healthy ambition restless

And needing of an answer

Which would not save

We control nothing and

In nothing we bring anchor

Against torpid reason

But now is my kingdom

I revisit my half travelled regret

Availed of nothing.

What is enough?

Grand ambition,

architect, an irony

Composed as our life

Would become of truth

Instead I slip inland

Looking for your mother

Or mine, or my father

In hollow halls

In the wood paneled rooms

Emblazoned with owls

and Luke and John slept in the

Abandoned quarter

A crow bar to my destruction

Now I guard against the pursuit of the

Things of earth

Erstwhile magnified in the

Material of bodies

And closet the hearth,

A barren witness

To the heart troubled

When the gods have no reason.