I Dreamt

God watched me and I was terrified
He was angry with my Words but I could not take them back,
I would not take them back and I did not believe.

High above the circus lights where my father sat and watched
He etched His Son out of paint and brush
And when I saw I could do nothing; when I saw that, I was nothing.

I clutched her close to me, because she was important
More important than myself, and so I held her closer
He drove His fingers between and pried her from my arms, crueler than the Devil.

I railed against the elements, against His speckled Hands
and I wept and undressed and I stood alone in my sweat
I had no will to oppose Him but I could no longer afford not to.

His Eyes like beams of red tapered light to cut my limbs apart
and His Hair like braided ropes to bind this Game to my veins
It was not Good and it was not Evil, it was Power and Conflict and Blood.

With nothing but my Words to build a vehicle against Him
and with nothing but my eyes to send the message up above
I could not stand alone but that He took everyone from me,

And because of Him I no longer had a choice.