Lunarscape

It all draws in on itself ~
everything, all must shrug off starry dust
to grow.
Break our cactus cages and venture
to where no horizon lacerates the view;
a place where solid lines are ignored
because of vulgar limits.

The glass edge ~
a momentary lapse into structure,
binding souls to brick without pause,
forging earth to sober nerve.
Grab the eagles tail
to soar above the sickly hell
and reach a liver'd mantle.

Pray tell the holy stars
and religious serenades
that ghosts strike and devils lose;
the burning of hymns is a
phantom ceremony of nightmare.
Walls, bridges, acres and territories
mindless limits to pit and flame ~
insect chants
from atomic guts...

@Steven Francis poems 2010