cascading above my
stressed and knotted head,
light from the dark of space
giving my ribs the spice
of moving blood,
brown grass in the hacked sun
blessed by cloven feet
and fleeing white tails,
fount of earthly goddesses
the background of their wings
sighing and heaving
through many forests
crushed diamond of Creator God,
immaterial Lord
of many floating fragments,
lay down my head on clouds of glass
with a blanket's whisper,
tow back my scream to song
and your choir's laughter,
cause my errant seed to see
rearranging Earth.
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