The Graveless Name

It exists as a mere concept, and beyond that there is nothing
All perception is limited only by the awareness of perception itself
Speak, marauder; bereft of lungs!

"This here body is a figment of my wayward finger motion
Where truths unnamable occur in different paradigms of time,
Space, formless form, and limited accountability.
My moment is your aeon, and my aeon is another's moment.

On limbs of a scattered poet my spirit soars

Bury me in a nameless grave!
I came from God the world to save.
I brought them wisdom from above:
Worship, and liberty, and love.
They slew me for I did disparage
Therefore, religion, law and marriage.

So be my grave without a name
That earth may swallow up my shame.

Into the ashen winds, circling above the procession of laughter
A profound insult undying in foul response
To pitiful riddles posed on an altar constructed from human tongues

So be my grave cold and unknown
Poison all roots that may have grown
That air may chew on my name renowned
That I may die without a sound

I am untimed, creative thought
I dissappear indefinitely with each breath of the cosmos."

Reclining thus in seismic wakes
Hidden from scrutiny, debate or vision.