Atonement

To be totally rendered

One must be as timid as the lamb that feeds on warm grass

And as fierce as the ressurection that encounters Dawn’s height

Though not apart of it, nor to indulge on what the water’s gob may confess;

We hire performers in our mind, wrath them with our might

And rebuke them in our dreams, only to find them full of crass

When we set their play alight.