But, night will soften
and the faithful countenance of sun will brighten
the penumbra of death (foul-breathed, sharp-fanged canine)
and chase this rabid dog from our brother’s crate.
Ave and Pater, my fingers towards heaven
ascending, meditating on metaphysics
and these most glorious mysteries. Yes, the five
which may hold a clue as to what this life is for.
As Sun opens sleepy eye, he makes Lilith re-
treat westward, screeching through the dark night. She goes to
hide with hound in hell, knowing well that Light has won.
--Matthew Stanford
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