Half-Quarter Faith

This time,
With another
Place-
A dart
Of blue grey
Stealth
Mocking
Steep reality;
Still
Smiles,
Stiller scorn,
Visceral shadows,
Lurking
In sodium
Ray beams.
Watched holiness,
It went
He watched.

Shot lightness,
Short quarter
Half-life;
Dismal jaunt
Into a
No when,
What.
No none.

Rigid sceptre
Of ancient
Word
In our heads;
Mass identities
By the grave side.

They
Who
Preach to
Fondle
Senses,
Haloed to
Hallow isolation,
Crossed
Me and me
Mine
To a
Celestial slip.

Believe!
Deceased
Mortality
Will Inch us
Close to
Surreal
Rapture;
When-
When our
Transience
Bites
The dust.