Ceremony Ek Stasis

Whispered words these walls breathe the inanity of 
accusation
And a moment of gifting passes through what once was 
identity
In a movement beyond truth and falsity I can sense them in 
the mountains
On either side of every side
Basking in the seething sun this flesh conjures the 
infinite mind
While well worn pillars of objectivity collapse as if blown
 asunder
By the blameless pawns of poets ecstatically exhuming 
treasures of forgotten grace
The in-betweens surpassing their localities this grey 
disease reproducing
The weapons forever unleashed stockpiled with lies of every
 kind
There is a season a time to die
And the word games end as the clock thunders by and the 
rain sears this pain
As my streams keep running dry