Releasing from its points
Like a magnifying glass
on the faith
That held us
so completely that
When the paper conflagrated
And its words vaporized
We thought we'd lost
who we were,
That thing apart and protected
by belief,
Our own individual universal
That couldn't outlast
The lion's gaze, from its outline
in the sky
Across the night of the brightest star,
When what was ours
turned out not to be
What we are.
There's no courage,
The Lyran says,
in wisdom,
But in knowing there is none.
When the old ways
are gone,
The paths overgrown,
and none but brambles
to home,
Who is fool enough to choose?
How deep are the roots to be pulled?
Which seeds
can be sown?
What hands hold the magic
of the eye?
The energy of destruction
Is the energy of love.
The light is blinding.
The paw is soft.
Are you fearless enough?
