Morning Meds; 5 31 19
My earth quakes,
The temples are crumbling, an earthquake rumbles within my core.
Past perceptions of truths, dislodged from their pedestals, fall to a dissolving floor.
Deities fall, Deities rise, struggling to hold their place.
But beyond the chaos and carnage peacefulness awaits.
More personal truths lead me away.
Deities humanized existence emplore me to stay.
But I realize,
in the midst of demolition
this place no longer exists.