Provisions Promised

What are we leaving for Heaven

A consciousness which broke its wings

In search of permission to fly 

In what interests are those distant spheres concerned

Dizzying pursuits of suns’ rays 

Where the sweat pulls the dust

Our assemblage of gold, of lead we earned

Of bare feet full of doubting leaves 

Where everything is all at once 

Warp and weft propped, allegiance to counted stars

Elect, pursue

The demanded devoirs 

Eyes of the spirit only hold the provincial gaze

In reconciliation 

In justification

In promise of reason’s ruse