And so be it:
our Ghosts are everywhere.
The final Gasp: now heard in the wind
The final Spark and Glimmer:
reflected back and repurposed towards the sun;
our Water, our Flesh: moving with the soils
Tear of grief and joy:
released and now to pool.
Multitude of Scream, Shriek, and Chatter fall with thunder!
Forest take These Broken Bones, create that shall not be sundered!
And so be it:
We are just as similar to those
called “fowl” and “swine;”
just as similar to those
whose weave and turn each vine.
And let it comfort You to know that,
of all enchantments,
death
is most temporary.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
And so be it:
our Ghosts are everywhere.
The final Gasp: now heard in the wind
The final Spark and Glimmer:
reflected back and repurposed towards the sun;
our Water, our Flesh: moving with the soils
Tear of grief and joy:
released and now to pool.
Multitude of Scream, Shriek, and Chatter fall with thunder!
Forest take These Broken Bones, create that shall not be sundered!
And so be it:
We are just as similar to those
called “fowl” and “swine;”
just as similar to those
whose weave and turn each vine.
And let it comfort You to know that,
of all enchantments,
death
is most temporary.
