The sky shelters you and
I from the sky itself,
Bleeding clearly a cleansing,
As disguised a drowning, of
Mossy light over your thigh
Bone, raw and swollen.
The Gods eat it up and
Declare war on the rest,
Like myself in feverish night,
Sky is groaning hot—
Steaming like Hell,
All faithful to itself.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
The sky shelters you and
I from the sky itself,
Bleeding clearly a cleansing,
As disguised a drowning, of
Mossy light over your thigh
Bone, raw and swollen.
The Gods eat it up and
Declare war on the rest,
Like myself in feverish night,
Sky is groaning hot—
Steaming like Hell,
All faithful to itself.
