In Your Colossus

Like emerald pastures for tarried gazelles, the shaded monastery nestled between wedges of tectonic New World protrusions was a cathedral for ecclesiastic contemplation, an oasis for the pilgrim explorer to traverse the tattered pages of Psalmist devotion As he wandered the Martian dunes immediately east to the Pacific Ocean’s bone-chilling embrace, his scripture was the camel-led caravan that grew wings and soared towards the shrine planted on clouds that embroidered the endless beyond Upon his knees, he gracefully cascades before dissolving into you his heart resting firmly in your colossus. Your talons stitch the seams of his wounded ego charred by the blaze of four hundred Herodian oil lamps