We
move in stealth, to plant for seeds, to witness for glory.
We
love it, to watch for growth, to wrestle forces.
Women knew for midnight, shrouded in light, to sacrifice
souls.
“May we burn ashes”; filled with pegs, to need
permission.
Flames flared a vessel, in daylight gems, to
crawl
abyss. We met her, for shooting rockets, to ignite
souls.
We channeled lives, rolled dice, to watch bones
move.
They came to life, to form warfare, a silent burn;
but
what for chatter, to hear—before it came: to feel
before
it fell. We perish more, to resurrect joy, to feel for
vetted
sorrow. She gave all, to disappear, to alter his life.
They
touch for never, a wretched love, founded in naked
winds.
Oh to Father, to sprinkle Mother, to fireball a Son.
We
watched, to see it splinter, for reaching vessels. He
met
for winter, a vault of summer, scratching hives. We
tore
heaven, ever a trespass, to kindle secrets.
We
couldn’t speak, for silent lambs, slaughtered in spirit.
We
wondered—for curious, engaged in ritual; plus for
manic,
to experience while sober. An ocean wailed, to
upchuck
a sea, where rivers turned mystic. He fell apart,
a
need to fathom, peering into Yahweh. It was ever for
closer,
to unlock hell, lost in devotion. She saw—a
manifest,
to alter ancient wolves. They hassled, a garnet
sky,
where fire-stars fell. Bibles were closed, to journey
with
yogis, for reason for segue. Fall would open, a vest
of
treasures, to rapture names. They disappeared, sworn
to
silence, to baptize a nation. Others gathered, somewhat
for
cults, to cement brick. It’s long a road, to trek tracks,
hitchhiking
in space. We live in code, to channel Sibyl, a
snare
for light. Its island waves, for island souls, an
island
cosmos; for breath is flame, a spoken tunic, to
unbox a legend. He
sits, to reckon marbles, a wet dryness.
