estranged
by this image
we
do beseech ourselves
to
make us seem more worthy
of
our more ancient tales
We'll
dress ourselves in night
ornate
ourselves with stars
build
a world of rainbow clouds
till
they become our iron bars
not
needing such a season
we'll
be this everyday
we'll
sell ourselves to images
isn't
that the current way.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998