. . . peer into illusions and defuse them
with unknowing vigor. Pleading eyes
tip the horizon: here! descend from these pillars!
and their ravenous heights, ever skyward,
ever vacant. Believe in stars; however,
do not love them–oh terror!
When it arrives, it arrives: death will pale
against the illuminated spirit who weeps
himself into the width of your future . . . .
Copyright 2011 by Michael Marsters.
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