Uroboros
Death,
apostle of deep gloom,
wingless spectre,
mutinous apparition,
beautiful shadow,
hold firm the prow and keel,
and provoke not the gentle embers of flesh under fire,
those delicate beacons of light,
splitting shadows with each shattered photon,
piercing the anarchy of night’s eternal illusion,
God particle,
divine paradox,
cupped in the palm…oh human child.
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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