Sun lifting the veil of purple sky-
might bronze forge strength
pungent as the turned dirt?
Thirsting through
exposition, hide and seek,
those are lost and winding back
around-
those that reap
shall be held against the light
shall cast atonement into the shadows-
thou shalt be measured against the day.
All ways an arm's length
a way-in every direction
aimed
this focus spares no details
no enunciation of echoes
when molding bodies
come to day with arsenals
of color intended to define us
by just what they had
known and felt
against all alchemy
made from the excesses,
there was the sky
with directions.
Painting by Maksymilian Gierymski c. 1869 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
