The Gods of the origins
slow whisper from the cavities of the Earth
our lives unfriendly;
for cracks and bubbles
soil from the seabed, their voices
salt
obscuring the heavens and the storm oceans. Among the grass
stands for arrogance, but the night I'm afraid
restless when I
for occult
masks that make the earth
a small ball into
perverse game of their mind.
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