keith

I stand in lights dawn, and call the darkness to arms,
knowing that the forces arrayed in languid pallor and shadow,
possess the greater number.

I stand in lights dawn, feeling the arms of the wind
and the sea; awake to glorys victory!

I stand in the fields, I stand in the grass and the wood.

I invoke the Names, I call forth the Powers,
to sunder the Earth and rend the mountains--
to bring it all crashing before the feet of the Gates of Man.

And start anew.

To know myself, to sing and to dance. To love!
To know Love, and to hear my name cast from Her lips,
is to be created anew;

and in that embrace as it were, galaxies born,
dust settled, rust stripped away,
Death seeks a darkened hole like a feral dog,
if only She would speak it.

You will find me in the wasteland no longer,
and no longer the wasteland in me;
that address be no longer hallowed in this realm.
Banished! By the lightness of my step the grass
springs to meet my toes--paradise bound.

You will not find me in the lamp-lit Tuesday,
cradling the worn-out mask of the cynical pound.
The actors no longer seek to breathe their characters,
and disappear to the Higher Vaudeville,
and sell their masks to children.