When you breathed into earth Sprung nations from the dust Conceived its fathers from the ground And there lay them to rest I did not see Did not believe
A fear forms I cannot name pulsing in waves of sine, in gaunt rooms, in pallid light and flatlines In faith I drank as from a spring, yet a bane makes
Where feet of iron could not dare, there lay christened in scent and tears calloused soles that knew no rust, walked splintered meters there across in
I woke from underneath the signs of a plan surreal, but spoke, Lord, surely I will die with no strength or steel but by brass, I will make their towers
Of how many cities brought to light, how many cities are there left to find? and who could search them all? There hide two for every one, I was daunted
O see the light ring through the fog the herald of that distant star that guides you the horizon through, and fades forever when I move. "Come all,"
Lord, please tell me what it is I used to do. Was I not a prophet, or a dreamer, or a seer? All people I had fooled. Please tell me who it is used to
A man amidst thieves, lay lame and sickly, as the passersby see but all just keep moving There priestly and pious, pass on the wayside. heedless and
O my son, it seems years since you leave me To take up the staff and set out to your journey O my son, when the road has you weary, May all of its sins
You can pull nails, but a hole is made, and for every hole a haunt of memory where the voids left too small a space to slip through my recall, the pieces
I was seen in stars and sky Whether plated in flesh or gold I am the same as your parents hold, who borrowed sticks and stones, and abandoned heaven's
"Stone by stone dismantled yet rebuilt within mere days, I will then stand over you until the end of age, should this cup not pass me. I drink it to the
If you go far away I would grow sails or wings to cross the deep above or underneath If the eastern winds blow kind across the empty space between my
Hold and listen, Something is missing from the celluloid; Where actors, permissive, Hold their positions in pixels to blur the lines between The real
Can we leave it behind, to be untouchable? To document with photos and tape? Can they separate our signatures, And write new passions on our souls? They
Young Man, Please take the stands, Don't still your tongue, For those you talk to try to sell you out. Young Man, Please understand, On heads of martyrs
Our eyes have plans to undress this room and erase the clues, With paper that reads like maps, and incriminates. Run your course. (Can you hear the sirens
I am the fleeting fear to swim that brings you back to shore The hopes that hold you by the anchor, The unmanageable sum of days that never come, The
