Often his desire was greater...

Often his desire was greater than the knowledge of his desire, 
sewed in, like he was, in a bag full of words.
Simplified dream states and fallacies
arranged into a syndrome.
He trusted on a series of pagan prayers
enough to throw a party.

But who reads him can't renounce
the other beast. That cried
while outspokenly carrying Its stigmata.

There was no thought a child couldn't understand.
until Its idiom cracked the grammar
and his l a r g o reached the deafest of ears,
his, and sometimes ours.

What is true and what is not
that's something we too agreed upon in a series
of pagan customs. Like his verse and his grave,
like a habit, like cold words in hindsight.