Instigated
it poisons itself, bleeds corrosive compassion
blooms into righteous resignation
and builds its cardhouse of ill-fated dreams

It takes me to the peak of the mountain
to push me over the edge
I fly and dream
die and hit the bottom
rise up and look with longing
on heights I shall see
nevermore

I spy on the eagle, soaring above
dreaming with youthful eyes, a kingdom beneath its wings
I can almost feel its excitement
I can almost taste its fear
I can almost touch it
but it's above and beyond
this beaten man
with nothing but dreams
and death beneath his feet





© G.Cassel 2004