Camel

Camel

Immortality
I crush my camel
Grinding it to a fine white powder
The better to funnel through the eye of the needle

Is it the wild-flower
Or, the palm of our hand

Deceived by language
Flesh is weighed
For disbelief in ethereal anima

The Dog-Faced Ape
Reserves a gaze constant upon the beam
Resting the pivot on balance

It is a matter of time born
On the light of extinct stars
Thus in love of life
Refuse the stripping of flesh
It shall reveal nothing

I am sent
That I am
Undeceived grain in hand
Refusing the eye straw
Wild-flower caressed

Eternity
I crush my camel
Grinding it to a fine white powder
The better to funnel through the eye of the needle