The Edges of Steel
If you race with the hurricane out past its mark, beyond where the pillars form their handshake
If you play light in the spots where a whale could crack the earth, take care to know the beat of ones own breathing
For dry fume bursts of hear me roar still get sandy-eyed and feel like quests for a deathbloom
to capture fame is elixir full indeed, but sometimes when the mask pulls taut they’ll see your motive … and walk you to that quiet place … dimly, by dimly, by dimly
For it’s in the framework of that stented face, of an eyedroop , of a hand lilt, that corpses will tell you
how that men they know … they were built to die … with marksmen shoulders and organs on vital
with guilt at the edges, burnt like sorrows … they play like they half don’t know dance at all
Although they do hire doctor gods … to move forward … and put a penny finish on it
at ends of day … paid not in gold, though their teeth will tell you other … they enjoy the plugging tremor dikes that run the…
