O muse, this world in peril,
drowning in rising seas,
waves crested with blood,
ruled by petty beings
who have flayed
their own humanity,
unworthy of the name
of humans, as tainted
as our species be,
o muse, your gifts
given in image and word
and kind acceptance,
received in joy and desire,
part the seas and wash
away the blood,
and thoughts of broken
flesh and broken world
are mended,
and the mind
and the flesh,
in shared bliss,
in an Eden regained
from the melt waters
of an another dying age,
plant the seeds, water
and reap the harvest
of these words.
16.04.2025
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