T H E........
C O N T I N U U M
Promise? God doesn't want you to have one
It's His calling to break them fine
Like a child
breaking the code of a silly game.
He becomes so happy, so very enraptured
finding you helpless, your promise unbreakable
shattered into the dust like your dear old crystal.
Ergo, you lament,
Dip, deep into the depth of penitence
Make further promise, and start loathing yourself…
And more you do them, more you invite
The unsolicited entity called god above the earth
To tease you, trouble you, and tether to his stake
and make you cry in silence for donkey's years.
But I’m sure
You'll make promises again and again
For aeons, it’s easy to desiccate the present
into the eternal recipe of hope.
Go, go, promise, and live in future
Daring the spoilsport called god
For all his banal godliness.