Formless, we emerged
Crawling from the depths
Of maggot infested mire
Sludge weighing down our wings
Dripping with the apathetic intolerance of 'being'

Grasping onto the nothingness
Empty orgasms full of promise
Spasmodic attempts to be
Something we're not
And everything we should not be
Hopeless endeavors that keep the sores open and oozing

We raise our voice to our Gods and Goddesses
Screaming out to concrete deities
Bowing to the metal images
Coined upon the tender slates
Pay homage to the Plasticine
Only to weep at their deafness to our benison

Perhaps....
Just maybe......
We are receiving the answers
For is it not logic
That if one speaks to a wall...
The conversation is held by the only idiot speaking?

It would stand to reason
If there has been disruption in the cosmic order
A busy signal on the switchboard of the eternal
Then would it not behoove us
To recognise the eternal in each of us
And begin by clearing the lines with one another?

By whatever means we exist
However we 'became'
Surely we can find the 'God' in each one of us
If we look...
If we step back away from the wall
Finding comfort in our similarities
Appreciating our differences
And communicate
As a world

It's time to step out of the mire
Wash off our wings in the rain of compassion
Scented with the essence of truth
Dry them in the warmth of humility
Fly in the face of adversity
And ascend to the heights of divine...
Where we are welcomed