I am Godlike in infamy.
Jesus Christ came down
Dressed in a man-sized
Planet and crushed me,
So I broke wide open,
A ripe geode from the
Little girl’s hands up to
Her eyes,
And my seeds spilled out
Like soft pearls over her toes,
Until I grew there, as
God so commanded,
A humming meadow
Full of green holes
With two newborn
Aspen trees through
Which a slender bright
River sings, cascading
Down to the pool in the
Palms of his thirsting hands,
Where wild animals
Gather and drink and
Blue birds sing upon
His gentle fingertips.
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