a paradox in sky
should we fly low
or reach for something
high
as early morning hope
in times like these
by noon it's swaying on a
rope
we understand the cost
the marble forms
of all we've
lost
it's just some words
when sequenced or rendered so
bear us aloft like
birds
remind us what was sought
amid the dream and that
for which we
fought
emerging resolute
from clouds eternal choose
the form that we will
constitute
and offer to the world
as human, earth, fire,
sea, and sky's contortion...
swirls
in a moment
likely not permitted
to contemplate
how one has acquitted
in intermittent life
so fraught with all these turns
to ruminate
on that for which we burn
a chorus din
at fading light
to populate
the scenes that we ignite
with music come of blood
and yet we overcome
to obviate
this existential numb
we are the power source
the human heart in need
to mitigate
the world's warring seed
cut it out
pry root from frozen earth
to elevate
that we restore some mirth
and share
as stars across the sky
to propagate
strength to those e'er asking...
why
