Sunlight affords us these graceful collisions,
catching our eyes in the face of decision.
I was put here to explore this-
-you were the object before this
was ever my place.

And what of the masses? They clamor,
smashing the subtle with hammer(in-hand);
These are the urges I can’t understand:
slaying the angels on devil’s command.

Increase is gotten, if only for greed,
leaving the least in the hour of need;
heroes could rise, but fools exorcise
everything worthy of honor that dies,
birthing the martyrs with beams in their eyes-
-sightless conspirators leading the blind.

sun rises, sets, on these human conditions;
angels that weathered the war of attrition,
survivors left mourning the rift,
left counting the dreams we dismiss