Burnsey from Long Day by Grey Revell

The moon is low on the river's edge
Sinking slow to come around again.
My brother sits his tired body down.
The air so thin it doesn't make a sound.

The diamond and the lightning trace their names across the valley as they hurtle.
Everything you want to see is waiting at the center of the circle.
Whispered names among the trees are answered by the flowers in the field.
The eagle and iguana trading faces with the devil and the hero.

Lying with his back against the cold stone he stretched his hands out towards a singular shaft of clear light.
He stretched his hands out..Out...Out so far that his bones broke the surly bonds of his own skin. Out, out...caressing the sky with ivory fingers shimmering like the horns of a beast. Bathed in the milk of the moon..out..out..Tearing the firmament..Terra Firma.. Far behind him..All the way out..past the tired heat of suns...of Mother Gravity..His father's belt..Shafted..Shattered like Orion...Out..Out...Into the darkness..Cool in the embrace of a heart always trusted..Never betrayed...

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