05.27.2004

Now they have freedom to tumble into freefall
The hollows of the body stay dark, accepting fate freely

Good fortune, bad fortune, outrageous fortune—fat chance!
Fortuna and fortis—we pray for courage in a fort of good luck

Chance and strength—fraternal twins or Cain and Abel
The soul is drawn and quartered by the brave flesh

From out of distance comes a crushing strength (call it fate?)
You can't out wit, out run, or out live it—no place offers safety

He went underground, then rose to heaven—married hollow to distance
The Holy Ghost is easy, Father and Son are the hard ones

Light falls, death extends as far
Attracted to purpose by the gravity of limit—so blatantly valiant

Even light needs time
Let there be time