Dost thou know me?

Dost thou know me? 

I rise every morning, graceful grandeur:

poor humankind gazes upon me, but none

could face my scorching sooth.

Under cloak and camouflage of distraught  

twilight 

fearless humankind retreats to deception and distortion, and seeks

its never ending jet-black desires. 

And on the next morning I rise and weep and think–

 “I am an unspoken curse.” 

 

Dost thou know me? 

A preacher of mine rises every morning, astute awareness: 

imperfect humankind looks upon him, but none heed his 

hard-won teachings. 

Under the cover and concealment of one 

strangely jet-black night 

fearless humankind prays to its idols, none deadlier than 

avarice and greed and ignorance. 

And on the next day the preacher rises to grieve under the sun–

 “I am an unspoken curse.” 

 

Dost thou know me?

A scholar of mine seeks to enlighten, educational expertise: 

fearless humankind points to him, only to 

taunt and tease him for his 

digression.

Under the strain and stress of lonely 

pressure 

the scholar laments his literacy; only out of his 

mouth these words are heard–

“I am an unspoken curse.” 

 

I am known as 

Truth, the destroyer of 

gods.