The Way of It

And darkness became her defined and divined her consumed and illumed her And over her shoulder she’d looked into the madness of despair and knew ... the way of the world And the heart of her the dawn and persistence of her fractured ... but did not break And as the innocence of her the simplicity and naivete of her shattered on the alter of clarity her tears joined the cosmic chorus of empathy and pathos And over her shoulder her straight and strong shoulders glittered her first dawn