Denial that the Earth’s
Needs are not its
Own sunshine’s clarity
Aches like prisons.
I’ll isolate stars
In the same way, taking rings
Away from another’s nuptials.
The radiuses of eclipses.
My inner Sun
Can’t hate its own shores,
Still sore from so many of
My attempts to escape Dawn’s Door;
A mist in the shallows of its
Surface heat. After names grow to their
Furthest east, the dance is absorbed
Back into the night of my inner
Light’s language. Water’s the reminder
For understanding why cash
Should not be knelt for, although my insight
Is strained by time, that elderly robot joined
At my eyesight’s Heaven.
I’ve got the uniform, the glow
Of each hour’s second to operate from.
No one is younger than this day’s arrival
From night. The depth of our not alone
Not dying is my remembering
That sin is the world’s attempt
To live without knowing that Earth
And Religion is the Mind’s
Internal sameness. God’s One Form.
It’s just a sunbeam
In an oil field. No one remembers
How old is the death of evil.
Words are too raw for a lie that deep.
