Held Against the Light

I heard this pause

A vision where we are farmers 

Sweepers of lust

In some grand pasture

A fading language that teems

 unbroken strands of sugar

Swimming into abundance

We are nucleotides

Chained

 

Faces

Linked

 

Scurried on the steepest crag

We carve our names

Fossilizations

We spit wisdoms into shapely gospel

Angelically pinned

Hoping we can see the ghost

Cultivating new delicate holy order

 

We are single protons

Holding our simplicity up to light

And refusing the freedoms by our own

Natural deliverance of senses

 

This distaste

Meandering our blood

It defines our frame

It seals us with a wax lion at the door

 

Howling

acidic montage

A matrix timbre

A homeless fire growling in simper

 

We glide like feathers into spiral

exospheric bliss

Touching the decree

The eternal warrants

 

And here we fade again

 

Entering gates of thorn

Exiting where all

life streams

Eventually