Monday, January 1, 2018
That Space Between
king, slaughter a feast for the gods
to be cradled against the belly of the mountain
with its peaks like a titanium crown
stabbing the skies in ragged regal form
choose now
the form of your birth
or sprawling worship
to that space between earth and sun
as all before you
raised from the earth
lowered from the heavens
in the carcass of a tree
silent in its observation
of the folly of man
that burning lust for immortality
do you smell the ash smoldering
within your veins?
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