Literature
Motivation
You!
You've known it
subcutaneously, if souls
were flesh, in all those early
dawns, passing darkness out of sleep
and into the blonde light reveries. You
were right, all these many run of moons, as
the prescience of the lightening is to the clap
of clouds, as pendulums' flight is to the wants of
ground. Finally found, it's come to pass in the rays of
a second sun, the furtive twin we feared was fire and dust
is ours again, climbing from the afterthought and born anew.
And even though we lived a faithless life, we still pray
like lovers, lifers, poets, angels, priestly heathens,
agnostic demons, we scream from our half-spun make-
shifts in Oms and howls to decimate the kindling
of our confounding animus, splitting up the
plane that
