Cairn to God - Mizmor

I recall my path.

Clearly I see

God thrown down in that great arena

Fighting to follow with rigor

I allowed him to seep to my core

Copious trials produced an end

Not without the pains of birth

Dogged from the vast elapsing

I wavered in my due cessation

I won the knowledge, fully imbued

That God is counterfeit and false

My knowing is empirical, and tested

Memorialized by a towering cairn

Nostalgia for the absolute, ever potent fume

Is only a spandrel of human unfolding

Evolution’s consequence, company to chaos

To ramify, inspiring awe

Supernatural anxiety shan’t evoke belief

Acutest sense of agency, transposed by fools

Reseal the tomb