What does the eye view as clear,
cosmic fire of eternal life,
gave into sleep and blinked away light;
gave into sleep and birthed away night-
like fear into arrows,
of misguided minds-
fletching of youthful rage,
grown into form of beast and man.
Waiting on the bloody banks of,
contempt bows drawn.
binding promises broke gratitude,
relegated it to just a dream.
Behind all façade,
arrows distinguish nothing-
flesh, sand, silt or stone;
flesh, wrath and bone.
Chiron pulls the string of his mighty bow,