i.
i want to pass by ascension and skip directly to being a forgotten god, a deity on the edges of the consciousness of wholesale worship. i want to drift outside the mighty palaces of my holy family, too far gone to be welcomed inside. too faded away to be seen if one is not looking for me. i want to feel my name disappear from the lips of the many and slip only between those of the few. the devout, those that believe over rational thought that i still persist to be. those that know i still watch over them. i want to nestle my tired, wandering soul into a deep forest hollow near a softly burbling stream, awaiting the moment when my light will entirely fade. i want to seep into the ground, moss inching over my body as the centuries pass by. i want to be a forgotten god.
[shay]













