dirt slinging sons of Mawu

thank God for his distance 
     every instance of nearness 
     visit us a contagion 
divinity revealed 
     madness 
     meager finite vessels, we

to crucify the madman is a favor
     compassion 
     for the overfull of spirit
     release 
          of an outbursting desire 
          uncontainable in the mind of man

what were we to do
     end the empire?
     all become polishers of empty thrones?
     floors all scrubbed
     now tenders to the lame?

if the final knee is to bow and tongue confess
     all desire toward being
          for becoming will have vanished
          to a permanent fullness
then all will have become 
     a divine un-wanting

and God Himself
will He have finally become his becoming 
     no longer to birth
     no longer zealous for men's hearts?
what sort of pleasureless hell might be imagined 

emptiness...
     isn't that the devil?

and you say "God is not here" 
he cannot therefor...

yes, that is His proof
     his kindness
     that you may exist only half-mad

were you full, so full
     and emptied of desire
     isn't that the devil?