Sudden but gradual, into a mood? An only
animal, trained, facing lyrics. More afflatus, measured inside, breath against
itself. Islands far to reach, Iceland by arc, hearts and armor; a breastplate,
matching a helmet, tugging at the hem—most honest, suffering soul, fretting the
miracle, so polite, maddened by sin. Born as sacrifice, theological ingestation,
so innocent, so small, so desperate, born to trespass. Sudden into the
existential, necessary resistance, it keeps moving souls. Made to endure,
graphed by affection, running through countries for love—so official, made to
rebuild, removed astronauts … buried in longevity, anxious to kiss, one diamond
in cornfields … searching, needing elixir, sewn into missing links.
