Hello, Dark Moon, citizenry defined

We took a walk to the basement
allegorical waterfalls passed between us
I felt sure he has seen God pass me over
condemning me like a tree to be cut down
but in his artistry, he brushed his hand across my face,
surprising me, and said what I will never remember

insisting I was a source of light
this brother to St. Basil, hollow in the forestry
protecting the demotion of lights in the parkway
like tunnel rats showing our escape
Grenoble patriots, still in the relief bust of solid iron
like a walkway, to lights in the basement