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I proselytize For a new mythology With a gasp and groan. People I don't know: I might crucify myself For all these strangers. Inaccessible; Turn crucible sweet with work And wake at manger. Must find the lady, Cast her down, find Narcissus; Teach him to atone. Cain, Prometheus. Mood colors a mountain day, Forges with cold hands. The earth high can see Serene deaths at silent sea. All the quiet lands. I proselytize For a new mythology And worship alone.
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Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 6:55 PM UTC
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I proselytize For a new mythology With a gasp and groan. People I don't know: I might crucify myself For all these strangers. Inaccessible; Turn crucible sweet with work And wake at manger. Must find the lady, Cast her down, find Narcissus; Teach him to atone. Cain, Prometheus. Mood colors a mountain day, Forges with cold hands. The earth high can see Serene deaths at silent sea. All the quiet lands. I proselytize For a new mythology And worship alone.
© Cody Edwards 2010
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Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 6:55 PM UTC
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