GOD SKIN

You know, 

Your greatest achievement (lies) 

in becoming an eternal design. 

Our best invention, 

whose mechanics understood by no one. 

We choose to fear(or revere) what we can’t fathom, 

in your matter perhaps both. 

but you may as well be the reflection of a dead river 

in the myriad grains of sand, each an undying question, 

and we, a schizophrenic athirst for an answer. 

To me, however, you are the skin we wear 

to be what we can’t be
judge and jury, victim and perpetrator
all in a single shred of time,

to rationalize our actions
to extirpate the shape
our fears take on the outside,
in people and not
in the cause that sits within us,

to find solace in building mounds of bodies 

around the banks of the red creased river
all for the misunderstanding we have.

You are the chimera, 

one which we’ve taken far too seriously,
You are the master who
has us enslaved for so long
even the deliverance from
the shackles can’t keep us
free from the history
of both our existence.

We’re one but
how can we see that
without another set of eyes?