Oh me, oh my, my young, rotten mind
that I devoted to a dying king
the man in his wine-stained robes
with abdominals starting blankly
and filling the dead sea with life's scaffolding
Those bold first beings, with the cosmic skill of Seeing
Oh gifts, oh curses, Earth's timeline - frustrated purpose
that rid its ambitions of that selfsame spark
bringing our wits to farflung reaches
to swipe at writhing abominations
and enter chambers constructed beyond our understanding
Those bold first beings, with the cosmic skill of Seeing
Oh ma'am, oh mother, was I removed with tongs to slither?
Did you force out cells and scream and yell
just to disown me in this hollow vat?
Cold, scared, in mold I bid - prepare
I stalk the ancient structures of
Those bold first beings, with the cosmic skill of Seeing
Big things have small beginnings.
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