Price of Morning

And when the birds began

The branches aligned 

Spiking the air 
crisp 

as clear

Be indigent

A lung drunk

Tune to the frail oxygen

A spark vernalized

Be the refection that turns the wound red

Be stubborn,

Crossed

Crowned and

Blushed

Spill over the lip rimmed cups

Crack the handle of history

Arise!

Now that the hills have their fresh coats

A dew roused day stares dying

Can you feel it?

Something crawling to the mirror

Dressed of

Agony

Oppression

Something in the fog and cleave

A warm fallen angel and

The look from your sleep burdened eyes

A fair gentle dream

The hour and price of morning

A beast we’ve awakened

Born unto city unkind

The stagnant infancy of our development

The n****e song from swelling dawn

Hovering

Quiet as elegant

Still as the night seed

And when the birds began

We ran

Burning into sunlight

Rolling to something laudable

Buried

Into lovely moss

Grounds and gravity

Making streams of our stone

Scant monsters of men and armies

Children wandering on the steep slips of end

Arise!

Deny them the rendering

Row past the sun and visceral triangulations

The starboard ecstasies

Be delivered

Burden the green shepherds with sea

Arise to

Alliance

Pre-death and love

The shadow of her mind under night lantern

Be ravenous

Walk in tall days

A lion of rune Castizo

Be the difference

One steadied flame

Empowered above the sun

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Empowered...
That is what this does, the Soul Speaks and in a rallying cry so passionate it is felt in the blue of my liquid existence