let them gather
like a fearsome storm,
black wrath of scorn condensed
and poured fourth in form.

let them rain
and drench all that are dry
with the force of life
infused in words released to fly.

let them bathe
in transcendental thoughts
and sage wisdom
foreign to ears of villians
lost to materialism.

let them rise
beyond the confines
of any existence
and find god
in the absence of any religion

let them lead
by expanidng the imaginations of all
questioning love's fall
and heeding an artist's call.