On This Day

On This Day

Called back to the word, that
We’d make meaning make meaning again
Called back to vision, breath, heart
Giving fact and actuality some shared

…semblance.

Cross the threshold out of a madness,
Lay to rest all sound and fury,
Called back to sense, brought out of
The mire of dire-mouthed prophecy, into

The struggle of making what is said
Align with what is. It has been
A long season over-ripe in unreason
Sickened with mired spoilage

Of too much license and foul intent,
Layers, systems, tourney fields yielding
Crenellated minds, concertinaed
In sharp defense against unreason.

Fading merlons of high-handed intent, may
They stand softly still in stalwart vanishing,
Passing watch over open gates through
Which all peaceful pass unhindered,
Past mirage obstruction into stronger

Strongholds where the people rule,
Castles broken to make one house.
May each and every person lead
Heart forward, shine forth majestic
In new light of perfect aspiration,

On this day and onward

Speak true,

Speak true.

– D.W., 11.07.2020