Virtue

I. Virtue

When we were as hazy a sum as we were looming in abstraction-
But I know tenderness is not a virtue
And raw flesh falls easily from a new alleviate thumb

Guardian trees-cyclopean beings
While their Marlboro sized limbs cast no shadow over their bulky omnipotence
These three things I know will bring them up from there roots-
Mercy, salvation, absolution

But to stand above is the bringer of humanity apart from brilliance, spirit, and divinity

And what of strength then?

To be virtuous is to be oblivious of such conveniences as fidelity and loyalty
Ethics side-winding through institution’s inbred clamor

And wait for the skeleton to put her arm down less she draw back a fang
Realizing that an uncoated circle elopes a hole 
Like a moment free of an intersection’s tragedy 
But please don’t tell her that her museum holds mere symbols of disintegrated epochs
For it is the flesh she wraps around her unsexed bones
Faith is not beautiful, it is necessary   
Like evolving hatred for dead kingships 
Grappled in lovers hands like red meat from the stick
The stick, from the destined spear of intent-

-Let all merciful fate their stay nonetheless

Until all are broken back to no concept and flesh falls regardless of soft strokes