Dawn

Awake! O Heart, Arise!
I declare your slumber
Is cut short! Arise!
May Breath find its’ way
Into your hardened lungs
I command thee
Dust thou shall no more be

Beat with the fire
Of celestial passion
A flame not of
Terrestrial birth

I beseech thee, my son,
Take thine throne
Embrace the unknown
I declare it is time!
From your long slumber, Arise!

Arise to do precisely
What you were made to do
Do you see them, my son?
The shades,
The ghosts?
Pale, bitter, cold
Unmoving, and unceasing; no end
With no means to justify

Their existence is an insult
Do you see, my beloved?
See! I declare all shall see!
See their anguish, and approach
But not with craven fear
For fear is not in your function
Fear shall not hold you
Down into their sorrow depart
Deeper and deeper yet
All the way
To where they beget
The toil of endless pain
But you, my beautiful son,
Hold the key.

Awake! I declare, Arise!
For the time of slumber
Has burnt into embers!
You must behold Apollo’s light
You must do as I have made
The entire world is hinged upon it
It is not the strength of Atlas,
Nor the science behind the Axis
No, the bricks of this world,
And of glorious heav’n above,
Is naught but love!
Awake! My son, Arise!