Cairn to God

Reduction to absurdity, God ground to powder,

Scattered in the wind, the sand beneath my feet.

Never to return, a lotus cannot slake.

I recall my path. Clearly I see,

God thrown down in that great arena.

Fighting to follow with rigor,

I allowed him to seep to my core.

Copious trials produced an end,

Not without the pains of birth.

Dogged from the vast elapsing,

I wavered in my due cessation.

I won the knowledge, fully imbued,

That God is counterfeit and false.

My knowing is empirical, and tested,

Memorialized by a towering cairn.

Nostalgia for the absolute, ever potent fume,

Is only a spandrel of human unfolding.

Evolution's consequence, company to chaos,

To ramify, inspiring awe.

Supernatural anxiety shan't evoke belief.

Acutest sense of agency, transposed by fools.

Reseal the tomb.