The Comfort in Dark Places

Break the will of a man

Let him dissipate and rise

Upward in the path of smoke and flame

He prays for release and resolve

Whichever one comes first

He craved the feel of this weight within his All

To be forced to the earth

Unable to bear such a lightness

As begs him higher above the blanket of night sky

Beyond the warmth of all your fires

He is all that is here and far

He is all that lives in the

Desperate heat of your embrace

He will live, always, in the contours

Of your hands at humble work

Your breath upon scorching tear

Upon searing pang of loss

He is the eidolon

And he will give the lie to the form he held

The one now held so dear

You hold open your hands

Catch your own weeping as if to scorn the earth beneath you

Of your ability to feel and

Shatter.