Monday, March 31, 2014

Genesis 49: In Writing

To entangle
hold together

the still calm on the face of the deeps
while predators prowl within

between world mountains
gape the cracks
spewing wrath
too sharp to swallow

The more the is
the more escapes
open your arms
is anything left?

Wavering water
reflecting the looming dark above
the lurking deeps
the flick of the dove wing
brooding, prey in beak

if only we could merge,
mingle in my waters
without breaking forth

to drown the earth

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