Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
the perch of life's exhaling race
flooding heart into arrow's quiver -
we have come for resolution
we have come for this
the hot wick
burned completely last night
in the morning we awoke to resting tremor
it is this disease that cannot say or cannot go
is it wild men who catch the sun in flight
are they wise are they good
did youth come first
they came for clarity
they came because they were hungry
she loved a wild man
he turned earth to lake
and canyons to memory
it is the leaving that gives us pause
it is the good night that brings the morning
and not always the pain that attaches appreciation to
peace
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