Earth to Sky

It was ever a smile, yanking a soul, pulling at midnight.

We died, arose, traits and features—lost to this destiny.

“I give you soul, abuse and life”: thank you, mother.

The earth, a vast vessel, cracked in several worlds; and

you sit there, scribbling and building castles. Such is

terror, and midday trimmers, shocking God.

Unwind and perish, born to kryptonite—our souls. Else,

unlock a fortress, a landmark within the mind. The goal

is life, a pithful love—and death is chanting winds.

Feel a ten year plan, ghosts and goblins, gifts and prayers;

for art is lifting, a fallen safe, drifting midair. So gather

near, grab a glass, and witness a mystical miracle.

Alas, my heart—beating Christ, ever to slip—our dearest

repentance; and ever a den, a lion’s fangs; and ever a cross—

rifting shame.