Infinite Oblivion

Betrayed by the dark winds

with whom I shared my secrets,

I walk the road of exile

beneath these gloomy skies, 

hearing the echoes 

of the burgeoning breath of God.

Shadows soar through my days, 

portents of inevitable oblivion,

and my nights are emblazoned

with the cold condemnation of stars.

My gaze inverted upon

the interminable labyrinth

of my soul, I learn nothing

which has not been 

discovered before.

I follow the wreckage

of my beloved’s yesterdays

and sleep on the trash heaps

where time slips through 

the fingers of my dreams.

I have set forth to decode

the long encryption of my blood,

to disenchant all of my dreams,

to bring myself to the brink of death

and stay there for eternity.

But God grows more unfathomable

every day, even as the sound

of my footsteps proclaim his name.

The key of my prayer is broken off

in the lock of the divine gates of Heaven,

and so I sing the blasphemous song

0f vagrancy and inebriation.  

In this exodus to a plastic Eden,

there is no sunrise or salvation promised.

Only the long recollection of what was lost

and the chance to discover the truth

in infinite oblivion.