Redemption

And when, at last, the darkness bows

before the mighty mind,

crimson though it may rest

deep in the long-forgotten past,

erased by rains and storms,

forlorn,

given to shame and suffering,

humanity shall rise.

Inadequate and brittle souls,

justice to crave and seize and bind in

kaleidoscopes,

luminescent memories,

moments and light-years,

nothingness unfolded.

Open your arms, man!

Prayer on a flaming pyre,

quiet though words escape you like

rumble from the skies,

suffocating love with

treachery and shallow

understanding; so ineffable

virtue,

wisdom,

x-rayed before

you multiply sins by

zero.