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.