millennial
folded into dreams. I slide,
slipping down the hill covered with
hallucinatory snow, ice, rain. the vegetation
is carnivorous. everything has teeth.
whipping through dark trees, whistling like wind
calling out to the god that has placed me here
like a child forgotten by busy parents.
the schism--good/evil--has less meaning here
o why hast thou forsaken me--
The beast moves, god-creature, black as sin
or the inside of eyelids. The plants
writhe and die where it steps. the motion
is immense like whales or faraway stars.
my child comes the voice, a motion
of mountains, the scream of a dying galaxy.
The eyes are terrible, prescient, turned
in my direction for the barest of moments.
my spirit withers, I was not built to withstand
this gaze--
It passes. I am forgotten.
The rain, the restlessly moving foliage,
the voice of a god receding.
I dance through the grisly trees
freed and dreaming of wind, carnals,
the beauty of abandonment.
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