Coenurus - Amalgamut
Channel: Coenurus
Date: 03/05/2012

the hive had cried for a sign,
and sifting through the mire of their minds, 
they applied to divining what their sire designed,
why their eyes should climb to the heights of the sky,
the spire, the shrine.
they consigned their lives to deny the side that defies the divine.
they deride their kind. 
and the stars are their eyes, but their eyes are blind,
and resigned to a lie that maligns the light.
and the pyres ignite, and the chimes combine,
and the choir replies with the rhyme they recite, 
and the friar presides in his finest attire,
and reviles the crimes of the noncompliant.
he incites and misguides with a smile.
he cheapens and rewrites the rite the divine had implied.
and the aisles, confined to abide the defilement,
will dry in slime, and the swine will fight.
and the tide will rise to a height, incited, 
sweeping miles to the sides.
and assigned to its width and its size,
it arrives for a while, then declines.  
it collides and subsides.
the glide of the sine is our life.
may we defy our vice and be guided to the light.
may we ride awhile, like a bride to the sky.
and lay the knife aside.  may our lives ellide,
and delight in the triumph of the eye's design.
may we survive, supplied with the things we require.
may our lives be sublime.  
may we thrive, inviting the divine to reside inside us, 
from the base of our spines to our eyes, 
may we find our kind and revitalize our ties to the spiral, 
and the lines of our lives that the lies divided,
that our minds may align,
intertwined tonight.
may we smile, may we love.  
may the eye look after us tonight.