It Is Time
Call back your spirit from the foxholes the failures the fear-full nights and days heavy with the garments worn to hide your lack Summon the pieces splintered visions scattered voices still connected by felt threads over miles of territory - the blast zone of a shattered heart Reclaim the dust of you scraped from the Earth scratched with blood into a thousand forms hardened into masks the bearer of lies worn by all Dip the cup into all waters until you are full with truth until you hold a universe of inky void blanket joining shards made illusion in their aloneness stars never out of reach, light arms embracing it all like the vast mystery of ocean keeps treasure and tragedy inseparable in the streams of time