Skyly

O sweet Queen-city of the golden South Piercing the evening with thy star-like spires, Thou wert a witness when I kissed the mouth Of her whose eyes outblazed the skyly fires.

It is not to claim that biology fixes human existence, but rather to claim that "the way of life articulates itself has as much to do with the response of other nonhuman beings, with the currents of the earthly and skyly environment, and with temporal contingencies, as it does with our subjectivist cultural wills."

Nightly prayers in the sky, Skyly stories linger high […]