wild glory

I know there comes a moment to the soul when it is ready to lay the burdens of the body down ready to set the senses free like a sparkling of sparrows sudden and lush from a leaf-laden tree I know there comes a second when the skin forgets to feel unremembering at once what once it thought was real I know there comes a day when only night will claim every monument of ash that I erected in my name even then will the trinity of my one warship be the same glory in what's gone to which reason must resign glory in what comes out of desire or design glory in all this minute makes as mine