dark and tangled
I am thrust into pulsing forms
held there in a curious grasp.
Looked upon in my blooming
by the mind of a perfect entity
Who emboldens me with a fertility
a fierceness raw and revealing.
Kissed by gods tumbling now in
hallowed skies
and beseeching me to increase
their secret bounty of light...
I rise victorious.
Poets of these horizons
have cast their words in flesh
and now call my names, each
of them glorious.
It is I at last who sinks
into your loose embrace.
My eyes alight as I behold
a countenance so sure
its handiwork
Will make pause the stream
of grace.
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