All Sides
Somewhere in the distance there's a figure standing proudly.
Arms raised toward the heavens, she's commanding space and time to crack.
It's raining.
It's alarming.
I see mountains on their backs.
The blood red river rises.
Armies on all sides assailing all that creeps.
Should I stand here like a sheep and dye a target on the space between my eyes?
Should I run?
Should I sleep?
Should I mumble words to she who sees me naked from all sides?
Is it all a little late to start believing?
Oh I believe all sides...
Oh anything...