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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