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Filaments of argent light, fragile points of starkness
Glittering beams so white heedlessly traverse chasms of
darkness
Flickering edges bright, the promised torches a thousand
desires
Lances thrusting through night searing the path of falling
spires
Silver the daggers fall, remembered accusation or discovered
revelation
Silent lies the northern hall, a fading clarion the echoes of
lost elevation
Converging on the call, dropping toward a nexus of mortal
flesh
Gravity's well would pall before the swift accuracy of the
mesh
Centered on a questing heart, jets of flame in unseen motion
Reaching from a broken start to meet in a moment of shorn
emotion
Sparkling motes purposefully dart for the cry of
insignificant understanding
Smallness felt in every part before the vastness of a cosmos
so demanding
Bloodless entry marks the impact, as thousands of beams
combine
Shudders seize a body wracked by painful pleasure more heady
than wine
Arms flung wide to extract the flooding tension of his
pierced frame
Light given life enters a pact giving hope to the damned of a
new name
Flaring bright from on high, a blinding burst spreads as they
meet
Plunging from a blackened sky to rally against a dreamer's
defeat
Suffusing limbs with a will to fly, shining eyes reflect a
million solar fires
Souls of starlight within him lie, a comet's tail leading to
heights he inspires
[© 1996 Joseph Wheeler,
all rights reserved]