Knees

Watch me

gather leaves,

and bits of broken armor,

and words,

and memories of fucking,

and shape them into 

a forest of my own making.

Stay a while and see,

ephemera laid

on the anvil of my mind

and slowly become monoliths, 

undeniable and always real.

Listen 

as my voice finds my voice

and joins the thunderstorm,

a music you do not know.

Know, finally,

that in all this creation

comes a god beautiful and terrible

and alone.

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