Monday, May 30, 2011

In the Absence of Gravity

Child of a wayward congregation
Grounded by familiar obligation
Dreams the stars a worthy destination

So distinct this intoxication
Neither love nor absolution
Stays the hand's fierce intention

Whose seeds unbound by fascination
Find fertile ground in aspiration
And scale the heights of imagination.

1 comment:

Parabolic Muse said...

Reeally niice.

I'm copying.