it’s a cruel world, sometimes.

why do you look out that way child,

as if the stars are now fixed,

as if seasons never change.

no feeling is final,

no moment.

and you have much to conquer,

you have trials to face.

the crusades,

the campaign,

the want like nothing else.

and until you have it,

all you wish,

all that’s impossible-

be patient,

endure.

be temperance,

and madness -

be raging multitudes

you half blind bastard.

but do not let go

of the sunrise in your gaze

you will see it set in time.

feel deeply but feel lightly,

I hear creation is heavy on the foot.

now, look at the billion perplexing wonders

in a blade of grass.

my child, it’s marvellous.

the nights roar and flame above you.

bathe in it.

under the whirling.

under the monstrosity.

under the magnificently wild sky

raining flame and thunder

on you.

that must be enough

for one more tomorrow.

dedicated to Alexis E. G. G.