Saturday, August 14, 2010


Oh, if I could just reach out
And hold back that lightning
Before it disappears!

If I were king.
If I had the skill.

I'd cradle its prehensile flicker
And marvel as it tickled
All my fingers.

If I had the skill
To serve my will.

Could I dance the same arcane steps
The light dances in its power
Across the storms?

If I knew how
I wouldn't be here now.

The terpsichorean arts,
I fear, failed me entirely.
Black days lengthen,

And moonless nights
Grow in proportion.

Mastery of all I see;
Master of masks am I,
On those moonless nights.

Truth and death follow after
As I walk backwards.

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