Steeple
its arteries pulsed with wind,
the ash tree, swelling with riches,
an aorta
and a 14yo boy climbed to feel
the shifts of that most
mysterious and accurate
of pendulums as elusive and swayful as
time was fickle and branched
and he could see--
i could see
half the cosmos
and most of the valley,
a silver-and-glow golden of broth,
lamps and stars as fulgent and
majestic as angels
and why
why
would someone take so much beauty
and stab it
into a mental shredder because
it didn’t fit their small mind?
and why was this the same reason that people were
destroying each other in
war and competition and greed and jealousy and
why were they seizing at miracles,
which offered truth and peace and appeal and freedom,
and taking them, all this treasure,
this obvious wonderment,
and sacrificing it to such insatiable monsters in
the center of webs of grand inter-destructive
lies?
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