August 2, 2018

A powerful summer storm provides the opportunity to think about the things that matter.

Clerestory

Just how high must I climb the wall

To see the light fall like you do,

To trace grotesque chiseled figures

That motivate and incite you?

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Will of the vain, pain in the pane:

The narrative pulls, pursues you.

You are prone to the morning light

But still blind to the harsher glow.

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You chart your course by stained glass

That you long to hold in your hands.

Create history from a myth,

See your vision as a grand plan.

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Your sermon's your clerestory.

My response is just wainscoting.

Do not worry, though, about me.

I can turn away to the night.

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Be warned that passion's peril

Begets risk when at such great heights.

A rush or a push and the drop,

The view fronting you, below sight.