I stood in the tall mirror 

on the border of puberty,

not long before i had learned to see myself.

Glass against foil, a simple trick.

 

Even though the foil was peeling,revealing itself plain

i believed

in something better

and i looked right in to the point where they say He hides

deep inside the ripples of glass

and i squinted my eyes

knowing it was not right to summon Him so wide and innocent

 

i knew only the fear 

of His constant occult

 

So, i challenged him.

With black circles drawn under my lids by the bruises

of too many sleepless childhood nights.

I thought id appeal to the source,

with Jesus weeping at the bed

looking upwards.

 

 

It was just me and He, i knew would not dare to show Himself all at once.

Id read enough already to know that books don't know everything.

And time cannot be reversed

And through a looking glass is only important here, where its merged, on the pane.

 

'Give me all you've got' i said

'ill take you on, my biggest fears were easy then, 

my demons and goblins, mist thin spectres.

You have nothing but the pure thought of little girls given you already on a plate'

 

I will not leave my God to struggle alone.

Give me everything you've got'.

 

Despite that i didn't see it coming

He took my wisdom that i had not yet earned

and left me in a bottomless pit 

falling in perpetual spin

into the arms of perpetuity and its solaces along the way

battering with gnarly aged trunks

that would break like brittle branches of its revered elderly

sacrificed for just the poke of a child.

 

It served me well to remember that a descent is always going down somewhere

or it could not exist as such.

A whole universe of particles passing by 

have to be 

like Alice tumbling over. 

It's good to accept the consequences of picking a fight.

 

So far, the beast looks weak and flea bit, 

crying always for the nourishment of His gaping soul

He's filled with drugsmoke.

 

He sold it to me that day, his soul

For an hour to come out and play,

in the air on a sunny day,

He was so desperate.

When he got here,

we were just bored and made him walk 

home 

alone 

and set his first snickers of ostracism against him

like brightly sprites, incessant mosquitos that knew the way back

but got him lost

in the woods

 

and he forgot.