aDarkerMind

Sing Loud The Counted Day\'s

sing loud the counted days.

the erect arm; the point of stars;

to the word; one sage of world,

turning tides, empty as the air;

with light we come to turn,

from matter into mass;

where weaves; so shall we spin,

pale as skin; paler than the cross.

breathless men in glass-house womb

more wounded than the sky;

where flies the sun

no hidden mass dare follow;

the stars have eyes!

eyes greater than the life it shields;

this life;

where day\'s once gone

comes day\'s of second chance;

the erect arm; the point of stars;

sing loud these counted days;

the mountains on the moon cannot be felled,

nor grow it\'s branches earth and back,

through the twisting tail of fate;