sunlight glinting off an ocean of parked cars forcing the horizon to fold i was hoping we'd find our way on our own undeterred by the lure of gold for an open grave waits for me somewhere between the years, beyond this masquerade costumed in breath and flesh, sinew and bone and all of the promises that we made isn't it just like the lot of us to speak completely free from intention all the while our eyes on the skies that refuse to offer intervention your hands were black how could i turn my back? under my breath i sing Magnificat until that open grave at last is filled this is the world in which we are living horizons unfold only where welcome all is healed in the light of forgiving
