empty temple

Windows staring empty eyes
Empty vessels
Rowing hollow to the other side

Empty temple
Teeming with the faceless
Writhing with anti-matter

Pedestals with no idols

Barren, discarded
Empty temple sprouted
Seeds of the tree of death

Tabernacle in the nether-garden

No-face stomping exit rites
High-contrast bodies
In empty temple

No-face chanting to no-tune
An ode to discord and hollow, a testimony
To bloodless
To vacuum
To dissonance
To ruin

Inner vacancy, holy of holies
Cold, corrupt and bottomless
Endless stone well of mysterious depth

Impenetrable by those with faces
Only the withered may worship here
Empty temple is no church,
No house of purity or prayer

Empty temple, empty patterns

A thousand no-faces
A thousand concealed and
Burned-away identities

Reveal, reveal
Unsheath
Unmask

If I had a face I would rip it off

What is this mask?

(revised 3/30)