Within This March

within this march amassed hands rise outstretched they're granted insignificance as they touch. within this march tribes are juxtaposed delicate bodies dispersed, cast abroad under an infinite sky. within this march their many tamed, somnolent beasts lie in limp dead circles disarranged, and softly sleeping amid droves of lingering, nameless hosts. within this march ominous gods have drugged following legions with simulacra of perfection. within this march emboldened and vain is an outcry of a strange storm, a maelstrom of form a violent tempest of disintegration against manifestation. within this march sovereign lords believe all things change and still remain perfect. Written by my husband Thielus. A. Green