Idols

ring the bell
arrange the petals
light the incense
close my eyes
Om

tearing up my soul
looking for it
weeping at my existence
questioning it
walking across
the silver cord that is my life
in ice skates
tempting it to save me Om

I listen to the wind in the trees
have myself anointed with oil
sip green tea
and cover myself in labels
yet it doesn't come

the satisfaction refuses to descend
no matter how hard I rub
how good I act
how much I hide Om

I cut my flesh
to find where it's hiding
it explodes my chest open
with hope of finding it
seeing love with no object
I know it's there
so I

close my eyes
light the incense
arrange the petals
ring the bell
Om