Friday, March 27, 2009

A Poem, part III

Now I stand
where gods have stood,
as dew evaporates into the noon.

Ashes sprout green
a carpet rolled out beneath my feet.

they base the evolved.

From deep within this vacuity
the wage gambles incessently.

Wondrous lustrous things to be preened.
The sun crowns me, newborn queen.

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