we see beyond the sky
through atmospheric aberrations
dizzy into the vertigo of our ever expanding heavens
where iconic echoes of stars past still lit with magic
...
when he spoke as just one he did so as we
but when pluralized he spoke the word me
his voice digitized from pitch low to high
in his crescendo i heard my voice go by
...
the hero like always has will be unsung
no accolades or rewards for there will be none
to be the hand that writes having writ to move on
before could be thanked the hero is gone
...
lucifer fell about the same time
as the birth of the church in
witch re-legion you find
cursed with crossed fingers is
...