Pain blooms At the vibrant sting-tip, Researching its acres Of possible conquest, 5 The settled lands.-- Not one ell will rebel, beloved. There is a sting A very distinct, insect sting, A red fibulating sting. 10 A new queen Chooses new constellations, New fissures in old darknesses; And the continents realign To their prim allurements; 15 All eyes Go up, up.... Prairie fires of stories discuss the goddess: Rapid and ruinous As a new moon 20 Adorning the dimness with whips of light, Drawing each grassblade Out of oblivion With her trailing kisses: Silver sliver, silver sliver. 25 Restless trees creak; The towns lie awake in their beds, Breathing their finitudes of time-- Uncalm in cool sheets; Cats eyes inhabit the night's pallors; 30 Each wind waits unbegun, As an army in veritable darkness Awaits your first word To leap.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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