Poem: Oracle of Me.

Oracle of Me. Written 6/18/2021.

Have I lost it? Or am I simply a modern Oracle, receiving prophecies from a mad God?


But the God is me, Holy Scripture from my own lips of the future.


And yet how much must be taken as Gospel? How many of the Prophet's words are Holy?


When does one trust the word of honey laced with static as true? Am I kin of Cassandra or is the curse all in my head.


Trust in God is often blind Faith, holding a chalice praying it will be filled with what you need.


Forgetting you are the seat of that power.

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