Untethered From Ambition
Who told you the spirit fades once
freed from flesh
O, skies of chains, home of rockets and stars
the muse of the wise, the adversary of hylics and reprobate alike.
The zone of white puffs
endless as the frontiers in the pupils of gunslingers
Mountainous mounds
ringing with soft rain, a Sabbath day, resting for a God unknown
Blackout smog awing in the lungs of men
children advance in the realm of play.
Directionless & Ambitionless
a freedom flesh imprinting in lucid rain dancing across sun brunt everglades.
Men of Shadow, taught in the way of beast
salivating at the chance to corruption
1,260 days travelled, one step toward the children
two steps in the flame of the burning bush
three steps in a group as boundless as a beach’s sands
made less than atoms in celestial rank.
“We the children of hope, spawned for glory, blessed before the construct of time kept for eternity!”
They sung in unison
as white stones rest in their hands to the backdrop of seraphic hymns.