To dream.

Thomas Bialas '26

“Look to the sky and ye shall find,

An open expanse of God’s design,

Where great and noble Helios does battle,

And the forgotten can fly forth on clipp’ed wings,

Joining the sun like a freed Angel.

Oh, to be free, to be like

These rooted beasts no more,

And to soar, soar, soar high

Into the sky’s waiting arms.

To finally leave here, Hell’s bound embrace.”

When I came upon this forest clearing,

I came upon a glorious statue,

With stone eyes sculpted of longing

And desire,

Joining a pair of hard, gentle arms,

A new roosting place for calm and docile

Birds.