Embodiment

Today I weep over noble birth.

Today I weep that Achilles never lay beside me

in the dawn of morning.

Today I weep that I am not alone here; that

I am neither the first nor the last.

You and I, Mind, are the wandering

blacks of souls;

The result of discontentment unrelented.

Islands and mountaintops,

Valleys and plains,

Rushing waters and creeks,

Stretching trees and wheat

All far more beautiful

than life, love, and the rest.

We pale in comparison to our

supposéd subordinates.

We are sad molded creatures with

forgotten origin.

Lost in soulful space,

Lost in tempestuous time,

Lost in place of daring, ethereal boldness

divine.

Carry me further,

Let me careen through the air;

Take me higher than my feet

could ever fare.

Bless my wandering spirit

and my impossible imagination thus;

Let me wield a sword of steel

and let me ride through a prolonged night.

Cover me in screens of gold and clouds of white,

wearing only what heaven’s soldier might.

I will piece together, myself,

an ivied castle reaching tall;

reaching higher than any other

this lowly world could ever recall.

I want wings on my feet,

shining beads in my hair;

Mail for my armor

so the silver glints and glares.

Behold, there will be no men

or women

or children

of any more beauty than another;

Rather, we will dwell in gleeful silence

amidst the gem-riddled green,

and we will gaze up at the

sky which harbored us.

And to Thee I will sing a

song of tearful joy for--

my dreams and wants and desires

go hungry

no more.