The Descent Into Limbo
The architects of dramatic,
dogma-laced structures
are running out of sealant.
The cracks in the edifice are growing
and soon the building falls.
Dissenters even have a cell.
With no one to punish
they would still need this hell.
A reminder: there is no up or down.
Just a thousand directions to look.
A million ways to drown.
A billion voices raised.
A trillion souls to crown.
In the abyss of anarchy,
the greatest ruler is found.
To measure disintegration;
in increments, in pounds.
Fast as they lose their form
they have gone beyond our reach.
We fear what we cannot know,
if only we would learn
what madness could teach.