Stub

we try to look ourselves in the eyes
smiling carefree
as we drop bombs upon the earth
upon each other
play our games of fancy, of vanity
we take and take and take!
thinking this is all there is beyond our little walls
of illusory security
all life is meant to be
can be
we forsake our divinity...

we fantasize about what we think will make us happy
the latest buzz on the grapevine
a brief expensive instant tonic
that leaves none of us satisfied
wanting only more-
addicted to lies
we chase the dragon
decieved by ourselves
our own natures
our slowly darkening unquenchable lusts
clawing at our desires
our minds
like wraiths
till we're
nothing but swirling black holes
sucking in the world around us...

till there is nothing left
till we have taken everything we can take
till we can take no more
till everything dies...

empty
hungry ghosts

because all that we think is gold here on this plain of earth
eventually turns to rust
destroys and
poisons us...

falls to wreck and ruin
can be stolen by thieves
eaten by moths...

grows old

decays...

becoming nothing more than a withered stub...
on the tree of Yggdrasil

that never stopped
to listen to the holy ghost

never
became
true love

reconciled