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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
Copyright ©
Shiraz Bautista
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