An addiction

Any sufferer of such will tell you how the fires of addiction are hard to quell. How do we leash that which has no neck, for an addiction is an ugly and figure-less thing. I have been, myself, long in the throes of this horror which binds me, and during that time, I have struggled further with my internalisation of theology and debated morality. I have witnessed acts of God and experienced them directly- they are subtle, so that few acknowledge what they have seen, and few know what to look for. Such things exist, and are more readily felt than the agency of most are willing to believe. Here are a few things that were spawned from these conflicts.

It is easy to see
how many signs there can be
to prove the existence
of a higher design;
one that could possibly
be conceived of
by your own mind-
you read the words:
'Prepare to die'
as a man looks at you,
reaching for a cigarette,
and pointing at your own
is a gun in his hand.
A very design perpetrated
to illustrate
when you're being 'bad',
and thus, with such discouragement,
it's easy to understand
why holy men go mad...

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I understand now
what dying is-
the slow, easing tact
of the spirit
that again
makes the plain
so beautiful,
that makes the ordinary
so profound.
I understand
all this.
To feel the blade
glide across the throat
and your body rise
into the sky