Rage and rise
O Sleeper
O Adversary
unclench both fists
stand down and
raise your eyes
for I am on your side
daughter
I AM.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Spark and Sparrow
Await the Giver...
only dirt holds its seed
and wax its wick
which can not be a light alone
which can not be roots with home
so still I receive
I refuse the white flag
my lover is the fight
Death before life
night comes heavy breathing
so still Love in strife
a fire when begun
first flint
to spark
composed in black
then to gray
so still the sparrow
so still the day
only dirt holds its seed
and wax its wick
which can not be a light alone
which can not be roots with home
so still I receive
I refuse the white flag
my lover is the fight
Death before life
night comes heavy breathing
so still Love in strife
a fire when begun
first flint
to spark
composed in black
then to gray
so still the sparrow
so still the day
To have and to hold
All things:
all leaves, trees
paper that's green
could never fill it
no July sky
not under it, nor over it
either the entire human race
the place in between
sleep and awake
of promise and forsake
of dreams and of me
this wheel's on fire
my arms have been wide open
my eyes have been wide shut
all my will
all my won't
before new, after old
not equal to my
will have and will hold
all leaves, trees
paper that's green
could never fill it
no July sky
not under it, nor over it
either the entire human race
the place in between
sleep and awake
of promise and forsake
of dreams and of me
this wheel's on fire
my arms have been wide open
my eyes have been wide shut
all my will
all my won't
before new, after old
not equal to my
will have and will hold
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