The Reason I Dance

I think hard toward this morning

To a child bleeding in prayer

 

It all seems a frightful clarity

Horrid perfection

 

That is

To convey life-streams

Invisible backdrops

 

Cliffs of opportune

Pretenders for all

 

Though present

I dream enhanced

 

Reckless to slow the steady gnawing

 

I am in grace

Like the color of her voice

 

Silver haired

Gnosticized

 

Demiurge (d)

 

A lion of war

Adapt in many golden voices

 

And all would fail

With a touch

Writhing in bleach vat

 

All is all

 

An intolerable scope

Immaculate scab

 

God willed

Busy leg-freed ant

 

I could weep

The images

 

The sound of war birds

The love we know

 

They pass as

Tin

Invariable gnats