Here, above it all,
above strife’s rainfall,
above swirling, squalling rage,
recalling bitterness of caged angst,
roiling grief awaiting brief lightning discharge,
staged here above it all,
beyond worldly belief,
I’ve summoned you
to confront and call upon our shadow’s grace
by embracing at face value, even
jagged-edged, forgone you,
and in lieu of demanding
so-called demonic banishment, asking,
so I might understand it,
which wound birthed you in lieu of mirth,
and where your wrath planned to take our worth,
for your mishandled fury
is as much by my hand
as I am of your aimless rage,
and I know it is folly to try
burning sage to seal you away,
as if to find a way to bind you below
