Genesis

cicada__outline_and_stippling__by_the_serpents_egg-d5jp4nnBehind your smile

There is always more fire

Than mercy

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Your eyes are a sailor’s distress

A larvate sky poised with threat

Your heart is neither

Relic nor promissory

It is Venus in the vernacular

A sulfuric garden

That inculpates on entry

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We shall not pass from existence

Driven off course by the oscillations

Of a punitive moon

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You who are the genesis

Cannot be as easily denied

As an unfathomable creator

I exist through your violence

And it is by your hands

That I expect wholly to die

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20 responses to “Genesis

  1. “Your eyes are a sailor’s distress

    A larvate sky poised with threat

    Your heart is neither

    Relic nor promissory

    It is Venus in the vernacular

    A sulfuric garden

    That inculpates on entry” – this has to be one of the most intricate things I ever read and tried to bring alive with my imagination. Magnificent work!

  2. Earth, Sea, Mountain, Sky–older than Old Testament God or Ancient Gods, for sure, birthing and death-ing us in LOVE, which is not about “mere” compassion nor personal at all, no matter how we anthropomorphize it.. Your poem roars,making me realize just how rare and precious calm creativity is. Compassion and forgiveness provide much slower change. Patience. It is most definitely not a youthful characteristic.

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