Steven Silent Wolf

Rookie (MCMLIII / California)

Mass - Poem by Steven Silent Wolf

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The spirit is breathing
eternal internal
until the Word eternal
external matters
mixing us up to ourselves
for a spell
farming a slower
and alternate alchemy
to offer the ailing lead earth
a gold body
as fluent as rivers of wine
turned to water
where a stolen red penny
pays crossing price
but limits the magic
to son and to daughter
who will both
priest and sacrifice.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2009



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