Sweet River
Adam's rib, but a simple wand
in the fingers of YHWH,
And fair Eve, the summoned Spell
of this earthen fashioned Dust.
As such, these were the roots
sculpted from towering Mythos;
Finding a rapturous Vienna Genesis:
sweet river of olden scripts,
And yet the Movements of Universe,
still cloaked in geometries unknown.
Copyright © Grisha Buhar | Year Posted 2023
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