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Rises

The mead pours out, the forest shudders, A symphony of madness, weighed down. Yet, the word with countless meanings, feels nothing, Upon mountains of sand, a library lost.

Cabins amidst forests, Deserts over deserts, Ozymandias atop Ozymandias.

And as all comes and goes, the grasp drags me down, Crying, I look up, numb fingers reaching for the sky. A timid star, sea foam, they hear my call, And my head, risking drear, haunted by the fall.

Oh, how I had forgotten, the sun, it illuminates, Bouncing from bone to bone, filling my empty sockets. My mouth tastes the retribution of this error, Dried up on terraces, sunsets of the million.

Then came to the rest of me, my flesh, Knots and tongues, filling the equinox of my being, Of my hollowness, a place sequestered to none.

Where do the clouds part for the sun? No, it blemishes, Swathes of water to abject divinity. Dynamic dioramas of swans swim sententiously.

For this is what holds the world together, I say. Standing stakes, piercing from those knots. My place is here, above and below these very scenes. Clicking, it ticks, throughout the earth it beats.

At once I am beneath the denim sky, my ribs filled, With lilacs and daisies, a click,

Then red permeates, the sky ablaze, Ashes of this vermilion too, denouncing my hands. Adorned with Ivy, Dahlia, they too, display, a click,

My hips and thighs, to move no more, Lift one last time to this necrotic ruse. Arched, laden with Asphodel and Azalea, Under tears of salamander skies, a muse. a click,

And, finally, Anemone strewn, Rosemary fashioning my toes, each knuckle bared, Against nothing, heather clouds and alabaster towers, Reach above, they look upon these bouquets, with words none the wiser, they say—

So this was us? Clouds, never anchored, yet unmoving, Was it the world below us that moved? Or the cosmos that fluctuated? Like the mead in a cabin in an endless forest, While it was unpleasant, now it is calm.

Some say change is deliberate and small, requiring thought, But we now know, it is all-encompassing, May never be known to the world, and thought requires it. These clouds were here all along, shifting endlessly, From Sahara to Sahara, from tower to tower.

Were they always meant to come here? Even we don't know, the 'you' and 'I' inside of us, Recognize this, the contradiction between non-being, And the assemblage of all that is. The constellations that brought flesh to these bones, Bore not roars of change, but vain oscillations.

There is no sin in change then, Parades of contradictions may hurl the world, And it stands on all, not the strongest or the wisest, Merely it stands, upon roaring it dies, And on the surface, it —

rises

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