Caesura

In kairos hour I bequeath
Confusion of my sole belief
Consider: am I god in mortal shell
Yet shine no brighter than myself
Invaded by life’s patriarch
Who conquered me through hatred’s art
With fists of all unspoken sin
Agrip’d my angered heart within
And blood unknowing humble flows
Deity’s miscarried ghost
For here my innate children prey
Un-nursed and unhealed wounds betray
A swollen rage: my numen’s breath
Of fire yet demotic sense
Weakens me Mysterious misanthropy
Rejects its own humanity
I give thee name
Yet keep the blame
That is my one possession
Wherein lies the lesson