02-24-2012, 05:04 AM
What if our souls are like the sturgeon,
always growing, ungoverned by death?
Are the oceans of space wide enough to keep them all?
Or would they burn and suffocate against Orion's belt,
those shapeless forms of pain and sex.
Does the universe expand to house our stubborn faith?
The souls of the wicked are swallowed by suns
in man's ideal kingdom.
I yearn for grace of different creeds,
a wood where souls like infant hares
dart in and out of snug warrens,
released from what the skin dictates.
always growing, ungoverned by death?
Are the oceans of space wide enough to keep them all?
Or would they burn and suffocate against Orion's belt,
those shapeless forms of pain and sex.
Does the universe expand to house our stubborn faith?
The souls of the wicked are swallowed by suns
in man's ideal kingdom.
I yearn for grace of different creeds,
a wood where souls like infant hares
dart in and out of snug warrens,
released from what the skin dictates.