North Bound

Happen

Rise,
chase this comet tail through the dust crowd of doubt.

My educational mantra.
Are we all blindfolded fools,
waiting our turn to play the king?

Fall,
and return to your birthright of ignorance.

leaning further out

Unto ourselves a faded silhouette crumbles.
Did you ever really know me–
I let in light through a broken window
only to patch it with a darker cloth.
I feel cloistered here, beyond reach
beyond redemption.
Is that the long line, leading from that mosaic gate
and is it holding in our holding out?
I turn and fall back into mortality.
My faith is as fallible as my hands.