like a cruel angel become legend, you look behind your shadow and see the wings of purple birds sewn to the blades of your shoulders the boy stumbles at first but soon finds his feet along the broken path here I am and here we now stand where our fathers once lay defeated sharing memory and light to those brave enough to bear the rays of futures past
screaming into the dawn light we will endure
to a flat world of changing lights and noise, pleasure in the wind, the sunlight and sea. in bowls of blooming hyacinths eyes begin to peek over warming hills and with gritted teeth, fields of deciduous branches litter empty spaces once cared for by people, like you and like me. lord the roman hyacinths will bloom in bowls the winter sun creeps by my room the stubborn seasons have made me stand. my life is consecrated. in tears of pain and joy we see the new light which dawns steadfast and glowing bright
a singularity emerges from the ruins only to have its face covered by familiar weeds today is a new day\