theogeology.
geology would have its foundation rocked
if it even began to attempt cracking the mystery
behind the strata of my heart.
natural processes that explain the age of the earth
and the diagonal slant of levels of stone are useless
against the hardened layers of my soul.
science has explained for us a great deal and has
made comfortable our homes in the summer, but
fails to address the complexity of the human heart.
i think its no coincidence that the good book compares
the heart to land that receives seed, for like all
fertile land, we must be broken before seed can grow.
my heart has been covered by a conglomerate of sin
whose half-life only seems to be increasing - does
carbon-dating work into the future?
we have all been buried by the rubble of vainly constructed
self-images and sorry attempts at self-purification. we
attempt being our own rocks only to become a stonehenge parody.
we are a heap of stones who cast themselves against others.
we are a pile of rocks lost in the quarry of our lives,
desperately searching for the one who is
the headstone of the corner.
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