Entangled

There’s no rousing of memory and

the only flustrum of reason scurries away

into the vastness of entanglement, suspended in 

misery as the pilot of time keeps the uncharted 

 route in front of caution, rudderless to fate, careless

drift and reckless abandonment lead thee to solitary

disillusion, wandered beyond the means of caring,

you threw up both hands in defeat, and yet they shot 

you down in disgrace, mocked you, spat on you, and 

left you to your demise; years lapsed away as a mayfly's

life, you escaped the ridiculous cloister-controlled maze,

awoke upon some sacred rock and called it your refuge,

yet, they found you again, this time you fought back, now,

sundering power lit thy soul, aloft thy spirit, and death 

became upon all who entangled with sorcery, shuffled 

indistinguishable cantations spewed upon thy breath, scattered

fables now call you God.