Salvation
“We have too much to gain from the gods, and this is why they fail to love us…” – John Burnside
We once found a word we've now forgotten, explaining a concept that drifted away like vapour & left us, in the same way that everything eventually must decay.
We were dreaming
about perfect expressions of language, about harmony between anguish & affirmation; wishing for what can never be achieved: a gift from the gods that may or may not exist;
a gift of significance & meaning.
A meaning made like a statue of clay we leave out in the rain: a gesture of defiance we know in advance will not last, & yet doing it anyway.
Whether any god exists is irrelevant: gods don't listen, because they can't:
perfect language does not exist.