Equal of Heaven

The rain is drums, thunder shaking the earth,

disturbing the sleep of the shallow living,

calling forth primal fears, housed in poisoned marrow,

making everything seem darker, less in their control,

but in the lightning, I find solace.

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On the border, where trees become wild grass,

then give themselves over to pavement,

standing in the undergrowth, dripping like everything wild,

blinking diamonds from my lashes, dreaming green,

and awful things, I watch you.

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Broad, powerful feet, toes curled into the bark,

woven anklets, shells, beads, bones, teeth,

talismans and totems, tattoos up over thick legs, weight

like a Buddha, a gorilla god, long arms mapped in scars,

fingers curling idly, remembering war,

love?

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Dark, summer brown eyes, alive with the storm,

awake, darting to chase the bats through the silver chains,

of rain, up to catch and hold the golden windows,

filled with the semblance of life, calling me,

out from the deep, struggling green.

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Equal of Heaven, Great and Holy.

Born from a stone, keeper of the great staff,

mystery born of gods and chaos,

I am coming,

and the storm, heralds my approach.




copyright 2011 Cutter Murdoch