Wary sermons
Bound up tight
Yet back to back - first day, then night.
First white, then black
Then left - now right...
Yet here I perch in weak twilight.
One constant, though,
One faithful rock:
The one shaped to my shoulder's notch
I find my feet,
Outrun defeat,
Collapse where dawn and twilight meet.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
Wary sermons
Bound up tight
Yet back to back - first day, then night.
First white, then black
Then left - now right...
Yet here I perch in weak twilight.
One constant, though,
One faithful rock:
The one shaped to my shoulder's notch
I find my feet,
Outrun defeat,
Collapse where dawn and twilight meet.
