Wild Virtue

Always at play
Whirling circles of light
The critical edge
Rejoices in victory

Unlimited wisdom and
Energy surges through
The interstices
Of time and space

Junctures in history
Epic stages of control and confusion
Rebellion is the constant
Because power has no friends

Comes a reckoning
That shocks awake
And washes away
The merchants of sweetness and pain

Meteor showers in the sky
You can smell the rain
Laughing, we go back to the places
We love, again and again

Craig Louis Stehr
17.XI.'12