Find rest in your soul
A reaching out, within
Alone
Nevermore
Hope like candle wax
Pools into the Maker's seal
Unbroken
A broken soul,
Forevermore refreshed

Were you in the building
When Samson stole the sky?
I watched the stars fall down to earth
Like tears from Samson's eyes
Pillars stranded, sliced like hair
Covering his bald disgrace.
When Samson brought the ceiling down
We put him in his place.

All blessings flow
Down the mountain
To the sea.
He hides them in the sky
Beyond the clouds
For a lowly one
Like me.

The World's First City

The Curse of Cain
Was the ever fear
Of death that lay
Beyond his walls of safety.

I am most unlike the self
I never yet was,
The me I cannot remember
                                         yet
My marrow can't forget.

Wings too dissimilar
To run along the skins of the air
Reduced and hobbling on rough crusts
I sleep with broken feet
I know no others
For raptured dancing I was born
                                                  before
The day of my birth.

Weak
The glass that stops sound
But shatters at a touch

I want to catch the fluttery
Bird of confusion
Nesting in my stomach

Old gods die slowly
Is it mercy to glance upon them
In the thickness of their blood?
Or will we catch divinity's grim disease
Till sleeves that plunged the dagger deep
Wear the heart of the old one
And the old god is born once more.

Musings on a Sunset's Stamp (Romans 1:20)

Why are my thoughts of you
So low?
When the sunset sails into
Titanic reds
Snarls of eager orange
And yellow, quickly-gone
Snatched into a kingly birth
Why are my thoughts of you
So low?
Could I but catch the sky,
Maybe find your hidden heel
Are your footsteps just too high
For a mind recklessly below
To feel?

I stretch my mind impossibly
Against the chaptered heavens
Fingers run red-soaked words
Thinking through the narrow gate
To someway sail my thoughts on high
And peer at the infinite corner