Mind Winding Down

Prayer. What an 

Impractical practice, 

Imagining undetectable 

Entities with attributes 

That only you can gift 

To them who soon then 

Slip 'tween the slats of 

The predicates of knowledge,

And that belief you gave,

Which you trust will 

Rebound to relieve 

Your wounds and woes 

Or so you chose to choose.

Organise or glaze on over 

That mental matrix kept,

Cherished, safe in that safe

Deep among your mind's

Folds, not much different 

From the thought pot of 

All who are damned like 

Faust to share our sere air.

Fill every gap and crack

You see in your neighbour 

Or! Mercy! In thyself…

Become one of your 

Own captive wights!

Trust indeed a robust ghost 

O'er the insulated shade, the 

The visions arcane of a 

Soul, wherein you can creep, 

Hide, warm, inside a shell 

That, while from Hell you're 

Hid, you know you're never 

More than an Augenblick from 

The home of your ghost, a

Shelter that moves with you,

For the cost of priceless 

Belief that creeps through 

Your every artery and vein

Until it's conquered you,

And all of your all too

Conscious Arctic dreams.

That freedom at your core?

It has no chance anymore.

Independence won't return 

But is it not truly all the same? 

As long as you, 

Your every part,

Is sheltered safe, and pain, 

Life's surest friend and guide,

Is kept at pragmatic bay, 

Until needed afar and away

Until our suffering, moans,

And the cries of the newly 

Dead, their clarion calls 

Both motivate and lash 

To speed those who carry 

The solution, our very 

Salvation, the Future's

Key to a down-filled 

Well earned destiny.…