she shone through our eyes into the diamond sky a light both subtle and quiet yet bright as the full moon at the dead of night in vestibules of the mind we keep our sights trained on the prizes and often miss the surprises life has in store for us bus rides through south american streets alleyways and the insufferable heat meet the other travelers in the space between dirt and music shirtless toothless and ruthless we alight our insides i am coming home to my throne i stole these words from moaning prophets left with nothing but their bones