post.041

forfeit your faith
at its very name
the idol you praise
mirrors gaze

& I still waste on your condition(s)
& I still waste on your conviction(s)

as we sleep
(as to lie)
through your life
(as to while)
as you hide
(as to skin)
in our smile
(as in dry)
behind your will
(we are the mask)
pressed to our hands
(pressed to the land)
a mouth full
(as to teeth)
of salt and sand

i could bleed
at your altar