Sun lemon

We run the falling air.

Slam the closing door 

And open the vacuum heart with White pure  fear. 

But I will not

Cannot

Refuse this

And Will not flinch 

And will not fall to despair 

But stare Satan out and down his gun barrel throat, until a new world comes to squeeze all his putrid filth out.

Do I dare test my faith?

Do I Lilly livered dare believe? 

to the uttermost 

Yes to the gun point

To the jagged edge.

Sideways to the high blue Sunday sky, 

another horizon, another life, 

seeps perfume from the rose garden walls of heaven, music faraway, kids playing, 

this worlds sepia lustre 

receding in the haze

Somewhere very very far away the sea-children laugh and play in the sparkling waves and leaping spray