i. as moons passed, we choose to love—
but first, we must reconcile beauty & death.
ii. yet, we choose to part our dry lips, but our smile grew pitiful to see. we buried our heads in sleeves, to wake upon many unanswered prayers.
iii. but we followed slowly where so ever the road leads; denuded & shy & haggard, like jesus piece & as if we know no sin.
iv. & yet, when these chasm grows & sees god in a worn out stool, we may no longer walk again but fly.