Truncated Strings of Ascension

Low, pressure bellows through

Step, quickly pairing into dance

The Marionette leads us

Into a stage without strings

A vale is reintroduced

By survivor’s guilt, painting

Preoccupation with a hidden pale

Salvaging what is and what was never meant to be,

A casserole of cancelled checks and balances rendered

Null—birthrights, antidotes and ill-advised corruption

As the air grows thin

Visions form…

And then…the sky is born