Dawn in the eyes of a dying satan
Howling with sparrows at a grinning moon in April-Watching the stars fence at dull dusk's debut
A tragedy of novas aligned in asymmetrical motion,
Echoing the Sepharim's harmonious allegro,
White Violas strung with a phoenix's hot veins.
365 stepping stones line a platonic abdomen,
Manna of the Moon and Sun, vomit and ingest
The collusion of Black and White hourglasses
Shaken by an infant's oval hand, clutching the thigh
Of Jupiter in indifference.
The sky is massacred by a crusade of light
Luminous lance and helm of fire, Operatic motion
Ignited by Hephaestus' Anvil and hammer
Struck lackadaisically, budding rose and white shadow-
An anthill of morbidity springs to furious life.
Poetry by Lazarus Knix
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2010-01-02 at 07:03
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