Beast Becoming - A Poem by Moe

as birds and angels bless with wings

and moonlight sanctions peace it brings

as all that turns now turned to gain

with gentle breath he seized the rain

for wandered inner childless man

as growth has birthed in all it can

to set upon these newfound forms

with sacred wings that sail the storms

becoming comes and goes with him

to seal off weathered useless whim

and carve this beast that sails the skies

without the aid of flesh born eyes...

~Moses Apollo