myth fire

One could say we were
All like that: violating
The sun and its
Perfect light. Dead branches
Indicating defeat at the hands of a merciless
And punishing fire.

I say that, in the face of such
Tragic ends, we seek a different fortune. Become
Glad in the shadows ; delight in the dark of
A dense and muffled beat of a heart
Pouring out its purity in healthy doses
In little acts that all people do:

According to the hint of a plan
An execution of an ideal, not content to scratch and
Forage, but to establish histories so rich
One would have to believe the mythology,
Mistaking it for fact.

(c)Jim hill (11-10-2011)