the last one

What are we permitted to save

The new earth is dead having already committed

Its entire being

To a many tongued reflection

Quit searching behind

The past perfect judgements of good and evil

Beyond, rather

The bright isles of wind, a mount

Stands a little higher than the world

From it, a declaration of earnest

Howls, “Shall”

To grieve

The age of innocence has decayed

The lanterns needn’t light themselves

In the persecuted church

With garlands woven with the journey

Trimmed with dirt

As if this were not more than enough

Justice served

High born and invisibly armed

An undecorated revenge

But they say carrying secret weapons is forbidden

Exchange is to bargain for oblivion

It’s stock in the waters where the shades find drink

The issue in once in every hundred is forever

Is love true; truth, love?

Is nothing holy

If not these borderlands

Shadows in a dark room

Too heavy to hold themselves up

Agni

The otherwise honest potential of the stars

Cheapen the implicit death in their eternal burning

Lies

To risk a life but save a mind gone to fire

But you crumbled like the same dust in my hands

I licked you, wetted

Hoping to turn your windiness back to clay

A revival of sorts

Left for arrival of practicality

A romance of function

Summons to build palaces for the monsters I’ve met

Dug them out, hungry

The emptiness remains a deep cup

Full of black

Tar

I let it swallow and fill me up

Unrecognizable in my new coat, laughing

I auctioned those stars

Reins over wreckage

They bargained more than my fair share of fat

An impractical lurid tide

A try to sell the sky

Asunder

As the waters whipped

Edifying change

Edible (in its solar brightness)

Incantations spoke of

Those giants buried in the mountains

We asked to move

Gaped

With their one jaw to earth

The other hung to Heaven

Those bent to crucifixion

Having a particular courage

To hold committed, the crimes of the Holy

A deep melodic compass which says

Sorrow is a home

Here is where we lay our salty wounds

Sacred as the sea, as tears

Either

Where the heiros finds hymns

We have enough but maybe only for sin

Posited loss in desire

What’s ripe for picking

Cast to fire

By daybreak, I swore we’d by home

In what forgetful eyes did you suppose

A sacrifice of the right to chose:

Elected space to talk to God

Touch the earth

Tiny feet for inspiration

And teacup stares, whimsy wonders of your hair

Now you can go back to being

All imagination

A Truth Unfit For Our Times

I’ll take you where you sing

Dwelling in a keyed to tune grace

Sweet potato leaves to king

Turned evil for the looks it spent on a holy face

Our salt of the Earth, salvation

Turns back toward the roots of your tongue

Now the nature of men, temptation

Sworn to lead in walls they have not won

Fleeing waters will have her peace

Want attention to the clothing’s day

You’re sinking in sea’s lease 

Whose bounds begged stay

So please don’t leave me dancing

With a mind to scrape stars

The glories of gold appeal to souls, damning

I promise to keep the light of your eye, in ours