The Innominate

by Domenico Sottile   Jan 10, 2021


The Innominate

One spends a life time
learning to get it right
uncertain of what will be shown
Yet once one gets it
it is time to pass to the unknown
For any of us
it isn’t the same
and as long as it is still
possible remembering
in solemn air an innominate
I recall
uttered hence the following:

Sometimes
I wish there were a god
I could pray to
since there is no way
of knowing the truth
I haven’t ever heard
from the omnipotent
-no phone calls -not a message
-neither a note -nor a twitter
and if not
why the almighty can’t

If you -my friend -
make a contact
ask the omnipotent
to drop me a note
-the innominate firmly ascertained-

-And then he continued-
Sometimes
I wish there were a god to speak to
there were a god I could blame
and conceal my shame
and I did not have
to use my name

What I have done
is what I did
what I always do and will do
I am the creator
of my own miracles
of my love
of my life
-this is something I cannot forgo-
Sometimes I wish
I knew this long time ago

Sometimes I wish
I had written with more flair
and had owned
more words to spare
-the innominate gravely ended-

Yes
One spends a life time
learning to get it right
uncertain of what will be shown
Yet once one gets it
it is time to pass to the unknown
Ah!
Had we given one another
what we needed
we did not have
to create a creator

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