Sunday, March 3, 2019

Small Against the Formless Rocks

The ocean no longer holds
The primordial sea beast
That gave it, that gave chaos,
A monster, a champion.

We acclaim, instead,
Our solitary reader,
Last of the monstrosities.
We praise you and your wonders.

You read, and you preserve us.
You forget us; we’re destroyed.
Grant us time to sing praises
In the forests of your brain,

And we will hymn you
From inside you. We will not


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