Pain & Glory

Lost and found traveling yonder a dirge of wit: clammy, driven

and sickly. But I fall to you, rising a man with sight, ever an

internal enemy. It’s nearly breathless, breathing through

lungs, flying into frenzy. I pause a requiem, focus life, only

to birth pandemonium. Something stands in glory, wailing

Genesis. I walk into a haze, a fog of mind, scrambling in mud

and gravel. Every pebble tearing flesh; and every wound

screaming glory; and such intonation, wine and fire; where

cherubs groan holy agony, and daughters reap a fountain. I’ve

come to you broken, lacking wind, groveling for powers, and

you held a voice. The world has never bleed such glory,

where cafés are filled with Spirit, and Arizona is around a

vestibule. So weep and moan and cry and wail, a light in flux,

the pearls of grail; for something grieved, air and eyes, a deer in

flight, a flood of tides. I pardon pain, and stir aflame, a night to

reach, and grip a crane; for life was torn, a world of woes, but

now a myth, a pearly rose.