A Girl In The Palace Of The Gods:
Spider-silver, spun out in diamonds and
The damp blackness of the ceiling,
The cracked granite and emeralds blossoming
The lapis lazuli eyes of the beast set, thalassic,
In the depths of stone. In the abode
of the gods, the earth splits and
sea roils above blistering fractures. In
that yawning abyssal volcanic-glass black
plumes rise towards undulate jade from the
flint-struck incense and cleaved-heart sacrifice,
earth's basalt sternum.
Up here, the waves of frustrated
serrate-tipped leaves and dissolving
rain wears down centuries. There is silence,
drip. No magma-veined creations,
a girl, young, slumbering in the
less supported corner, near a balanced broken rock,
hair tossed across shoulders,
breath a ventilation of storm,
under the skin a thundering mantle of life.
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