For the Blood-Ridden Cosmos


They said to me, the child that

I could not desire greatness of that

Cosmos that swirled above this

Planet that twirled among this

Grand cathedral of stars

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But I stood atop the mountains, old

And asked and wished and begged, bold

That they would bend to my whims and

Will, for blood, and blood, and blood, and

The Cries of all my hungry wars

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They said to me, the woman that

I could not swallow stars of that

Cosmos that grew above this

Tree that rose from this corpse, this

Copse that had bloomed in my hearts

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For blood, and blood, and blood, and

A kiss to this cosmos of ours