no word, nor rhyme
nor meter hold
the bellowing depths
called forth from soul
interpretation
mere human folly
as spirit yearns
to express wholly
so then
within
this sacred
experience
the flesh
at best
must embrace
the trance
become open, gaping
to the hollow wound
expanding, birthing
from the omnipotent womb
and cradle with faith
a word, a rhyme
measuring humanness
against the Divine