Far out
In space
There’s time
To breathe
And in
Your life
You find
A sheath
In which
To still
The sword
Of hate
It’s made
Of blood
And drowned
With weight
But Earth
Creates
Its own
Accord
With Time
And Space
With plow
And sword.
Far Out in Space
Here
So here,
dear, we sit again
any wiser?
Sir, we sigh
crying moments without thought
ought to lie still
till dawn breaks
aching with yolk purity
teaching the line that divides the waters
sorts being from void
buoyed by light
sight fails me
seeing clearly blind
finding you again
here
Don’t Fall For It
Don’t fall for it
Inside this cavern
There’s still light
And lots of wax besides
To melt down, to build up new candles
Now is the time
We have made you for
Now it’s time
To open your door
To be generous
They want you to shut down
Be overwhelmed
Each one an island in the gloom
Don’t fall for it!