All Have Sinned Poem by rich soos

your feet rest on a carpet of lucifer's wilderness
your foundations assaulted by the years
the histories of your frightened overtures
climax in the shadows of your destination

O sweet children of life,
run through freedom madly

your forehead traces your sleep with a thickness
your wings rushing water over stone
the flushed wines of your sunken cheeks
expose the purest habits of your source

O sweet children of life,
run through madness freely

with furious requiems you'll be reborn
on the altar of a fragment of a wave

from Patient Rains And Petals (1981)