Heard the sky fell
upon your head so
I think it sane for
your tempest show.

A torrent swells up
the ladder leading
to the place the sky,
it left you bleeding.

The swell rises all
of a tide that is red.
Soon my limbs will
be still numb dead.

Licking the bottom
of your feet is waves
of an uncertain haze;
make well your ways.

For the moment I’ll
reach my hand smile.
The entrails of love
shredded by the vile.

Go ever upward I see,
complacently breathe
and son I say just be
and go sew your seed.