Cynical Demiurge called Entropy
Hell, I tried to kick the corners
of the world back together
to see if it made Eden. It didn't.
The sun was drowned
in its basement tide. Some
men were dregs, spun: expired
on cul-de-sac paths. Most
had dragged themselves
into their chosen skies: god-soaked
sky, divided into star-compartments.
Divides them still. Caves
were stuffed full of husks
of human, draped in shells: insides
streaked with moss.
Tsunami-eyed,
they stained the world
in weeds,
then crashed upon the cliff. Hid
themselves in pieces. Made the world
cease every time they blinked. No time-
platter: this second is no banquet,
but a rusted garden harvest, dry
as the stranded moon. Metallic blooms.
Emptied wombs. Spawned on the floor.
Infant chaos, birthed and dispersed
until the distance is too great.
Ash in the eye of the spiral: divinity
best be a phoenix.
of the world back together
to see if it made Eden. It didn't.
The sun was drowned
in its basement tide. Some
men were dregs, spun: expired
on cul-de-sac paths. Most
had dragged themselves
into their chosen skies: god-soaked
sky, divided into star-compartments.
Divides them still. Caves
were stuffed full of husks
of human, draped in shells: insides
streaked with moss.
Tsunami-eyed,
they stained the world
in weeds,
then crashed upon the cliff. Hid
themselves in pieces. Made the world
cease every time they blinked. No time-
platter: this second is no banquet,
but a rusted garden harvest, dry
as the stranded moon. Metallic blooms.
Emptied wombs. Spawned on the floor.
Infant chaos, birthed and dispersed
until the distance is too great.
Ash in the eye of the spiral: divinity
best be a phoenix.
