i


the
weak mountain
sent it's pale blue streaks
into the river
she accepted by
sneaking them
to their
final breath
in
the
sea


ii


fire
two years
of drought
tear
the source of rain
in twain
the water witches dance like
dervishs turn and toss
for the wine
on

your


table


iii


the fabrics
of the other side
slashed by
a single syllable of
lightning
the clouds cover
the

abashed

face

of

Venus



iiii


press
the world's
face to the glass
and all it sees
is a mirror
an enormous eye
staring
toward
God
his blue muscles ripple
the tsunami spoils
for a fight
the

golden

spires

engulfed in

wet

flame


soulsurvivor
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