what i believe aligns not the axis of anything great
but it is better to hope and to be wrong
in my heart i envision a twist by the hand of God
where the fate once lay flat, forsaken
(no hurt in the world is so deep to touch the void)
strange: love is that beyond which cares
and i wonder at the source of my careful letting go
no sign to tell me why the signs are true
here in the haunches of world soul, tensed and taut
(even angels climb stairways to heaven)
of heroics and victories must our stories set sail
voyages less turning, more heartbreaking
here in the moment, we are spirits at war with time
suddenly to see how we came to be here