Perceived Before the Spacious Valley

[ilpoe]

War-mongering ourselves betwixt the animosities
of incongruent angles in our lives, we fail to slide along or be cradled
by the stride of kings stampeding the asymptotic hopes of paupers.
God forgive our fathers for we repeat their slaughters, each of them ours also;
and our future daughters already weeping worrisome in our wives eyes,
the terror of love and blindness. Kindness still a virtue only of the stars,
never moving from the space they’ve been given to coexist til they die,
a different color and shade than that which bruised them into immovable slaves
when first born forlorn - understanding only those who fight the fall or rise of darkness - stealing away into the enclaves of lost light.