Baptism By Fire Poem by Kyle Williams

The wisdom of God fills my dark ears
how can I keep in his immaculate waters
the hot jewels press to my cheeks like tears
it floods the plaques of persistent ignorance.
I have wasted years chasing phantom daughters,
pressed tough in Sun spite mania and indifference.
My forehead rests before the invisible altar
flayed of its scar flesh like leprosy cleansed.
"Come forth, close your eyes, do not falter…"
What now is my mission, that my soul has been soaked
in the acidic sagacity? Listen, listen listen listen listen.