Pause

Something brews; and something dies the living; and midnight
Jolts tug the soul. A mirror has gone blind; and mid-morning
The stars wail. I know of three at war; and I know of two at
War; and thus the senses wail. Forces stir; and spirits search;

And heaven sprinkles; and phantoms battle. We long for such
Rhythm; and trance such fire; and flame such words; and
Forever is a day; and a day is forever. I’ve felt it catapult;
And then the violence; and we vie for power—sorely

Elevated. If only the words—deep within: if only the wounds—
A psychic portal; and I trust not; and I speak not; and I trust
More—a walking voice. Some live the void—and ferment—
And stir moons—and panic joy; and hell is near—and comfort
Too; and such a fact: we harbor jewels; and harness gems;
And war and croon.