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Born of Sun

Born of Sun,
Out flesh of woman,
He stands,
Sword hanging his hand
Like a curse.

Sea incarnadine,
Attacked abject rage,
Blood surf,
Wounds opening words
Between waves.

The son set
Himself against father.
Eternity paused,
Blood letting loose lost
Amidst slaughter.

Ever mutable
Memory of death,
Full fathoms mine,
Words echoing lie
Under last breaths.

Born on waves
Icarus descended,
She rides,
Pulsing tides
In vulnerable ended.


5/24/2018