i lost god to
a woman
with soft
and driving
eyes that
gouged the
horizon
and left a
hemorrhaging
night.
the horizon
sits lurid and burning,
shivering
and
glistening
in a shambles
in the distance;
step lightly,
and thunder
will follow.
live your life
with lighting
licking your
heels
and
the horizon
at your
fingertips.
realize that
kind eyes
and
willing hearts
are enough
to keep you
going,
you just have
to believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem