I.
\nOutwardly fools believe in Something.
\nInwardly fools believe in Nothing.
\nBetter a holy fool of faith
\nThan a sage, who flees in terror
\nFrom tyrants or fearfully broods in his own freedom,
\nHis own non-belief. Come bird melodies,
\nAwake those at dawn with comforting answers.
\nCome daylight crunch, grind bare the hours.
\nCome heart keeners, usher in night\u2019s coverlet,
\nLet solemnity ghost-off the human spirit.<\/p>\n
II.
\nMy tongue will praise the enlightened ones,
\nFulfill the rites of Mab, then see
\nThrough a wolf\u2019s cunning eyes,
\nAnd shape-shifting back to find
\nThe garments of our rebel spirits
\nSpread out within the scrawled circle.
\nWe wait for the warriors return
\nFrom their battlefield of lost causes,
\nHeaven\u2019s frontier holding strong
\nAgainst the idolatry of creation.<\/p>\n
III.
\nI thirst, Lord, I thirst for knowledge
\nI knew even before Eve
\nOffered the serpent\u2019s fruit
\nOver and over to another, to the son of man,
\nWho rides upon the dragon\u2019s neck
\nInto the celestial battle between two truths.
\nLet earth, air, fire, and water
\nForever bless the noise that moves
\nThe planets in their musical spheres,
\nIn their deep dance of woe and words.<\/p>\n
IV.
\nBehold the blessed ones you have
\nForsaken and scattered. We fear your wrath.
\nWe collude in self-preservation.
\nOur strategy mirrors your grand design,
\nOur weapons purloined from heaven\u2019s armory.
\nBoth commands of righteousness
\nAnd disgrace you allow, you enable,
\nYour will a whirlwind of tribulation.
\nWe endure, profligate and reproached,
\nOur follies, footholds below your feet.<\/p>\n
V.
\nAlert to your fury, winged messengers
\nArrive daily reading declamations
\nAgainst our disproportions, our sins
\nOf sorcery, of rebellious pride.
\nCome chariots of light, convey us back
\nFrom impudent error. Give us refuge.
\nGive us the nod, the assembly we seek.
\nYet we in dread are still pursued,
\nHope devolves into clutches of anger
\nOr a bone-weakening plea of despair.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I. Outwardly fools believe in Something. Inwardly fools believe in Nothing. Better a holy fool of faith Than a sage, who flees in terror From tyrants or fearfully broods in his own freedom, His own non-belief. Come bird melodies, Awake those at dawn with comforting answers. Come daylight crunch, grind bare the hours. Come heart…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":185,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"issue":[10],"coauthors":[],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n