Raging

Raging
by dan ankers

Distant clouds above
remind
Of raging wars
waged in the sky
Or thought balloons
just tethered their
By cosmic strings
of angels hair

Originating not
within our realm
But from beneath
the withered elm

Beneath its roots
which frame our universe
And extend into that place
outside of time
Are waters that flow
where we have never known
That cannot be perceived
with feeble mind

Only when we cross
the river Styx
And die unto ourselves
may we see this
And celebrate alone
what there we find
A universe
unmarred by human kind