Bare feet balance atop the parapet
as the winter wind sweeps
his mind away to a time
when paeans echoed in his mind,
before ascetic meditations
consumed. Love was liberated
and his soul intact. The now
jumbled jigsaw pieces
painted God in his mind
as Angels descended to dance
in the blood, consecrating,
making the world. And fading.
Severed sins pull together again
as the balcony rises overhead
and blackness embraces |