The Mystery

when I stop writing
when I close my eyes forever
please burn all my
unfinished thoughts
sprinkle with black soot
all the rotten bridges
of understatements
monuments of life
that craved too greedily
and screamed too loud

outstretch the banners
over the burial mound of my ignorance
let the shameless mystery of the word
be done just this once
let the spirit know
that to exist is not enough
and to hope means nothing

let me turn
into the bottomless grief
if even once
I become unfaithful to myself
if I consciously praise
the submission
salt in the eye of this world

19th of September 2017