Never-Named

As mewling rats Blinded by the wingspan of the owl Deafened by the pulse of the hour Quickened the limbs respond by Disconnecting from the body I cannot hold the center Internalized the chaos Inscribed upon my soul There is wisdom in dreams But my wisdom dreams not It can't eat It cannot sleep By refusing to play the game I will not accept defeat And yet expect Victory My just reward For sheathing the sword For ceding the ground No share of blood desired So in the flood submerged And strangled til the face of god is manifest Beaten into beauty Torture birthing faith The will of man's unconscious Is desire without chains The greatest man reduced And therefore known without the fame The greatest lives are fragments Which are born But never named They are born but never named They are born but never named They are born but never named They are born