Irreverence

What knowledge man of the personality of God?
Breathing the intimate nature of the divine
In hushed reverence, henceforth a presence
Of unnatural disorder bereft of sanctification
I am below, I am king of worms beneath stars
A gobbet of flesh from thy unknowable host
See me now, how I spit on treacherous spirits
See me now, curse the tomb of trust in ye men
I reject his power as impotent and irrelevant
A miserable spectre of endless irreverence
Mark me now
That I might wander
Curse me now
With bliss of nothingness
Nothing! Nothing!
Nameless hole, loving savior!
Be here now