28 January 2010 § 3 Comments
If in my boundless wandering I find a definition of you,
rest with the wisdom that the focused corners
will be explored with human precision,
shadows of soundwaves, avenue parades,
rhythms and earthquakes, and unlearned truth.
After that, you may stumble upon my solitude –
surrounding it are threads of misplaced chaos,
pensive revolution, thoughts of home, indecision –
all sadly deserted at the peak of a fabled reign.
Create with them what you may sustain faith with,
for there is only a violent end to ferocious winters:
the angles of heaven are slanted, serpentinesquare,
and all of its armies of angels are already here.