Mars rose gently

Out of death

Slowly from the cult of shadow

The corpse of dead symbols

Shimmering

Out and away from the cluttered horizon

A true compass

And I followed

At first on foot, then by chariot

and it burst upon my chest!

Mars freed me!

Mars released me!

Out of death, the cult of shadow

Shimmering, I followed.

 

16DEC2011