Untitled Poem
February 12, 2023
What is right is not foreign, but intensely innate to the indomitable human condition
The passage that lie ahead to realize our ideals; these men are not willing!
This absence of will is not obscure but merely nature
Our doom assigned is a fervorous liberty, a dance with the dawn of chaos
Those who answer the call of faith bare its beauty
Sing your vows of patience and surrender to the piercing wind of something far greater
May our cynicism burn to ashes
As the turn of the wheel will be met with the blistering light of God