Obsidian Pleasure
As each fell ocean churns over a new mountain, so must each of us rely: We must leave our homes intact. All about us is fog—amorphous secrets and a place to spread our wings. We are here and to here we shall return, steading slowly westward, ever toward the gloaming. We but mar the surface, leaving behind a few tattered structures. We must become air, the very breath, the vehicle of the stars—this that is around us, never-ending. All life that passes between its great, gentle fingers pushes us to grandeur. We are but lights in the darkness. Let us burn now, for to the darkness we must return.
This poem was originally published as Jack Beltane in Nightshade & Daylight, available for $6 from Amazon.com.