Poetry

  • You will become an altar of Heaven,
    made present by the exquisite structure of your being.
    The collected waves of your gentle spirit will harbour the ill formed
    and makes homes for the graves of sullen men.
    There, mark, the continuation of life within the vibrancy of your Becoming.
    Within the rage-horned faith of desecrated wonders,
    you will emit peace and in that drifting air, create the very stars within the skies.