Geometry of Pain

Crucifixion,
shapes, squares, angles, planes,
drains all feeling into nothingness.

A wave splits, splits, splits,
nullity spreads through volume, line, pulse.

Fingers curling, hands reaching, grasping, pressing,
to seize everything uneven, jagged, alive.

Friction, friction, friction,
desires flare, teeth, fangs, teeth, fangs,
sacrificial flesh, sacrificial flesh.

In the jungle, in the jungle, in the jungle,
the crime is innocence, innocence, innocence,
throbbing between knives, between canines,
between geometry and being.

Crucifixion is everywhere—
in planes, in lines, in tremors, in waves,
in the heartbeat of nothingness.

And yet—
poetry flames, flames, flames,
through bars, through cages,
reaching, reaching,
like a desperate bird’s heart,
through the confines of being,
into the infinite blue,
into liberty.

The wave splits, the fingers curl,
desire flares, innocence pulses,
forms collide, forms ascend,
geometry of pain, geometry of being.

Crucifixion is all around,
yet, through it
we we learn the Chtist within.