No Reason Apart

The noise of this age
Is in its insistence
That there is more to be had,
And a reason to be glad,
Other than and apart from
The slaying...

...in every breath.
...in every thought, low and lofty.
...in every thorn plunged, meat marred.
...in every plea, desperate for redemption

From them all.

Reasons.

When all that remains
When these dark days
End
Is the soul

From You
For You
To You.

To be You.