What Happened to David

It was dust in the mouth, the dust of time.
Careening around the last corner,
Full of God, he felt the greater source
Beat deeply once again within him,
The wretched demarcation between desire
And the withering channels of the spine.
And so deeply did it beat, a basso continuo
In the mind, that he defied it all—time,
God, and wisdom. And so beautiful
Was his defiance that I seek it always,
Even before the singing of my blood
Brings me to his desperate climax.