Higher


When the night is smeared across your face,
Falling when you stand
Murky tears streaming.
When that star has pulled away from you,
Drowned in the black of the sea,
Chained in the fathomless depths.
Yanking the rope with aching hands,
Red burning raw hands
Tightly clenched and stretched upwards,
What eternity of toil this is
When only mortal strength holds you up.
One release,
One fall.
Eternal climbs
No rest to spare
Only the bath of the light washing upon your heart.
We sons and daughters of man,
Such immortal divinities we will never be,
With only the blood of spirit,
The ache of desire,
Will the journeying wheels ever turn.

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