What We Are Poem by Lazarus Knix

Rural rivers is what we are,
Motion is the way of things-
Towards dark or revelation-
Through odds and normality-
In and out of correspondence.

Living lamps is what we are,
Blazing is the heart of will-
Through vital wax melted-
We spend our joys, becoming smoke-
To disappear soundlessly.

Gregorian chant is what we are,
In a dissolving unison haunt
The Earth with our voices-
We run, burn, echo
And pen “anonymous”
Upon our scores.