Each Thing a Dark

Obviated by passion I could as much apply each person Exfoliate my heart. Such tormented fragments Seeking reconciliation therein, Where all refrains come subject to warm And, as my oath prescribes, I first Must “do no harm” Each valiant doll’s cartoon A variance, but Only tall in child’s retrospect. Murderous and hideous disguised, As in each man is set a plague of vacuums, A cornerstone set within each soul And from which each will build their life Of hesitated futures. Frames of frosted flames; Each sliver silvered by a touch of light, Each prayer cast into foreboding night. The surface of each die married to the eye Of what is cast, The only knee we will bend Will end upon a concrete flooring Without love; Then, You will open your eyes again. What is this, you will ask of each And, to all, at last, it comes, Grown with a vibrant moving, We are stirred; Having arrived as the prime Ingredient of our life, Tested and tasted, By the fires of our making, To step off And claim our freedom to be