Inception - Day One
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun
But still they flare, their flame to call us back
To places’ time where fear would have us run,
In dancers’ time that breathless feeds our lack.
The Ancient Eagle cries and mountains ring,
As if their screams might sing our worlds to dust.
My heart picks up their song and so I sing,
And beat the drums and dance this ancient lust.
With somber screams no wounded night will hear,
From mountain smoke and bone and mud I wake,
To join the hymn of flesh and love severe,
To drink the bitter blood in life’s partake.
In flares and scalding heart, time’s rebegun!
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun.
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