Providence

Is this a something serious as setting bone
You being of the lightest blinkings in infinity
And does this restore a gape where your will would be
Does this draw a gray where your reds would bleed
Where onces there was only black…
And so it seems being set free
Is a complex and unalterable series of captures and release
And in that it is this web of tragedy and consequence that
Gives your loss and found its trajectory
Arm
Gone Clear
Dive Cope Quit
Fear Blood
Bone
To evacuate onces sturdy flesh:
One part endless
Two parts death…
Blood swapped with bled
Sleep swapped with breath
Not ghost Not dead
Not lead Not yet
The last of man kind will have no instruction
No flag that stands for more than him
Man will have hunger, wounds, and mind alone
By which he might
Give scale to his map
To know you are gone
And what you are doing is meant
As evidenced
By the risen hairs of human arms on end
That marks the slight and unlikely swells of
The clear skull spell
Arm
Gone Clear
Dive Cope Quit
Fear Blood
Bone