Transcendence of a Weary Generation
Deepest praise
honor to your insurmountable might
thriving on the frustrating ambiguity
of your omnipotent mystique
Your seeds of doubt
the fruits of your wavering faith
taste savory and sweet
on the lips of your enemies
they awaken
an insatiable craving
We await
your divine instruction
The Cryptic Commission,
our humanitarian call to action
we, your prostrate disciples,
mystified
by your non-binary reign
Those skeptics, those nascent scholars,
dissect your mantras, rituals, traditions, and liturgies
accentuate the superficiality of your existence
your futile words, limp upon your lips
shameful spittle
the foundation of your cause
is it built upon rock or sand?
the body, the blood,
the limbs of imperfect flesh
the sequestered, throbbing hearts
the exposed milk-white teeth
smiling in hymn and litany
has learned to thrive on their questioners’ slander
they have lifted themselves
set to create a cleaner, safer, fairer Earth
if only
you could touch the soil
and cherish the planet’s breath
and feel its labored pulse
how it mirrors ours
