What If ?

The earth's sickness and all its life forever,

I know you hold your breath in secret, 

The ceiling open before the stars burst, alone ;

The cloud of sadness is only in the gray sky.

If so, the overwhelming pride 

Smells of cloud in the foyer suddenly

Wet me in the quagmire.

In that tantrum, fabled phrenic suddenly trembles

The golden dream lines, 

All hesitation, unbelief bears 

No stranger to God occults a truce 

With a handful of white dots on the way out.