The walk of the faithless,
Steered by mirrorlight-
You wandered like granite.

A body poised to push through walls,
Splitting a soul, you would argue
A hundred ways to pose a question.

How many years now you had dressed
So well to celebrate the moment slipping past,
Enough to sit down and question

A hundred ways to become one
With a brick. From spirits to Spirit
To rapture-why were you so awed

When the numbing spirits
Left you numb? Why, spirited awake,
Had this one left you alive?

You haven't died the hundred deaths
Of a brick until you realize
You are one and awaken from it.

Remembering your life with all the emotion
Of a video, controlled by interpretation,
The corpuscles burst like stars in your brain,

Realizing whose hand
It was, His death,
Driving you toward the horizon.