be alive when the moment calls for you when leaves play green beyond your gaze and branches like rivers of shade flow in from the edge of perception be hollow when earth upholds you when years press you down their aged moments flowering in season their fruit hanging heavy be not afraid of what has always been of your own inevitable stride the flight of days you blindly overcame the night of curling roots and dying leaves
the sky is not above but all around and still the ground keeps hold her law is greater than my will though i have found that i'm in love surrounded by the empty the full beneath my feet words fail to measure depths and breadths of hearts that never beat below me all the world in all her fullness seems to fold so needful thin as sharp as hell and twice as sinful no longer held am i but furiously hurled
time is my hiding place i'm fine but i'm fighting grace life is a shining face but i'm shy and the line is drawn thin as a lie but as bright as dawn my mind is gone seasons die
were the moon the greater star the sea would favor near to far and were her phases full to burst the hearts of men would be a curse for in her pale and shifting gaze we find the ebb and flow of days her darkness and her modesty unlike the sun are joy to me
we said our prayers
and went to sleep
and dreamed of ease
we woke without a home
or way to keep our hands
from reaching
the peace of leaving
never far behind
the will to turn
a figment of my mind
and hands find stones
to weakly heft against
the cruelty they've sensed
and in a world at last
made empty
then build walls and roads
destroy me like i ask
and i shall render thee a trade
not of mine own unseemly purse
nor of the things which god forbade
yet of what's left when once you're through
thy hands laid rested from the task
and wetted from the labor's dew
thence i shall be just what you've made
close to rotten
teeth clenched
sore and thick
tongue loath
to mention
lest they notice
its distention
skin a hue
unseen in ages
soft and new
a war undue
untruely stages
at last is hissed
a slithering oath
their ears to lick
and cover up
in slippery hope
a sweetly stench
and ill-begotten
true to form
the guileless worm
becomes empowered
in his turn
now he's older
still so full
and truly bored
his seeing dull
thingless mind
a soothing wind
eyeless face
attraction dim
then true to form
he turns in haste
from wheeling angels
earth to taste