Wednesday, November 13, 2024

light (2017)

  

magma deep ruled by owl's own volcano

forged the cleaver shield in minerva's tiny shell of hand

within her father who subsumed that which

imagination planted as prophecy by heavy water

in his head womb once hammered

sounded in bright birth tones

drumming rivulets of history statues in her wake

down a self sledding syncline

toward the columbia

or nile or danube

or from hydra

at speeds that light admires 



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