Trace Of God

Impatient ghost & In your wide smile I open & Pale as bone, & Incandescent and starved & A poem up from a field of corrosion In folds of gold & To burst like a star & Abandon the light & Abandon the skin & Abandon the search for these troubles I watched for a world that would let it fall in & An order ablaze in the rubble (Trace of God, Trace of gold) & Imbued with & a reflected light and prose that wound over and over & and & struck out rain a gilded cage & & Linger ghost & Claw that space with hunger Cities twist to ash in your hand & I catch fire in a whirl of your verses & Elements unbound & & Abandon the ligh... & Crawl in type shape & Scratch your song into sound & Burn & Breathe & Ignite the pyres & & Turn your back on the surface you own & Face the sky Accuser & I will fall on your dreams & Your hand in my world