Always and All Ways

Imagine for a moment a house With more doors than a house can own And a field of golden wheat that is more than wheat Where the green grass should be. Within stands a tall arch raised higher than high And leaning at an angle no arch can lean And still remain merely an arch. Beneath the arch lie the fragments That once were knit together In the guise of grand statues. Marble behemoths that told the story Of their Creator long past and faint. Our Lady appears beneath the arch That is more than an arch. She sings a clear note That is more than a note And looks up to the sky That is more than a sky And is a shade of blue no sky Has any business wearing. The marble remains hear and obey. The soundtrack rewinds itself. The sands reverse their direction at once. And all is right in the wheat field once more As if Destruction himself Were the real myth in this tale.