Hark, for I am not the man you fear

He concentrates on hollow prayers, religions

Atheist is he yet believes, are you strong

Are you virtuous? Contradicts himself with himself

God is no less than he.

Shallow walkways and skimmed pebbles on an ocean

Infinitely deep, ultimately vast

That man’s shouts fade from whispers, to nothing…

I am not he you fear

I neither run from jest and pain

Cower from love and passion

He is not I, and I am not he,

Yet you stare

You stare with glaring cerulean eyes into my truth

But the truth glides from your palms,

Like prey from the predator

Death from the light

Hark, the man you fear is close.

Hark, he is you.