Wednesday, January 25, 2017

New God of the Rising Sun I: Demeter

Rise! Awaken!
The earth has shaken!

The earth split and ripe with butterflies,
Bright colouring and life thriving, 
Abundant, aplenty.

To run barefoot through fields,
chasing the wings that I cannot catch.
To love the feeling of feeling love.

Rise! Awaken!
The thunder's stricken!

To chase the bird now turned to crow,
black magpie pecking upon my back.
Song to coo to caw.

The wind cold and heavy,
the breath sick and sad.
The ribs giving way to the un-derstand.

Escapee to a kind hold
that I cannot withstand.

Je t'ai voulu.

--Moi, Lapine.--

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