All to Pieces
Written by A. J. Derro



Pisces fell
that hell should rise
and some strange specter,
blinded by love-light
a reflection of myself in God's own eyes;

I am that poor spirit's likeness,
and less than able for it
to summon myself as witness
to the heavens above which sit,


as if on a throne of shadows, and crowned.
And I am just as lost as they are found;

by their tease of fire overhead
from the celestial orb to the mire, all to pieces, spread.

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