Stradasocilliaus

of depth and silk like
work
the twitch of eye
alight like a ray
the beam that reaches
down from the heights
and smudges in its
dirt the knowledge
swept
away by the rains
driving us down

the omnipotent rage
and rush
the push of light
and the break of
sound
smashing us into
startled fear
while others
stood calmly
waiting round

in the hurl
we found
what was
spent and missing
the years
and age
grown
like stars
listening

sleeping
hunched
and stretched
to tired to dream
while the
world
rose too
moved us
into
the scheme