Flourish don’t want the net
Of highest fire confidential
At any rate they remember
Darkness at their core
Blasting nothing wave from
Nowhere more by the road
Of the brethren of the
Sentinels lost their way to
The empyrean white and
Holy pardon of fire (aroused
Insensate shoulders
Between clever as they
Gather their silver and they
Treat each drama in their
Garden unhitching
Their sons and
Daughters
Inchoate
Somewhere
Beneath the youthful
Spiraling star-born cycles of
The sky) moreover they can
Watch themselves as
They press hardfast to
The ground one person
Praise perpetuate after
Another turning away from
The absolute attainment
Of shroud hole to the
Staggering glory of
The light.
