Your god is the god of eternity.
My god is the god of impermanence.
There are angels at the sides of my eyes
and they collaborate to keep my sight true.
I keep the seconds sacred.
I keep to breath’s dominion.
The commandment lies in the tension
of the steel against my palm.
Epiphany’s way lies at the end of the barrel.
Fate is another word for self and
I find resistance is a blank mind.
I am a blank mind as I aim for the center.
Divinity hangs on the finger’s discipline.
The air cracks in liberation.
Awakening comes and goes.
Your god is the god of sacrifice.
My god is the god of surrender.