The Gnostic

tolle, lege.
Confessiones Augustini, VIII; 28-29
… for those who won’t.

A word stands between
Me and verity.
Why then do I not pine for context?

I do not wish for words,
Only that which text
Signifies: naked truth—no sign.

I see you walk past me, but
Cannot know you, for a curb
Of text divides your soul from mine.

Though you incarnate what
words cannot convey.
For pride I will not know
What only words can say.

The next metro stop could be Damascus,
Even then, I would not care.
I would make my own way.