Metallic black feathers affixed
Perfect dark balance
Wields the sharpest sword
Peers longst the swiftest arrow—pulled
As sharp the edges disappear
To the eye naked
Looking
The great god guides me
In every universe
Murmur, I to him ether-realm
Utterances Converge
Coupled with his heart
No act of slavery
No lack of servitude
And I cry his name
I cry to hear his words “Go forth”
Planets meet my see-less eyes
I’m tempted
Turning my head…I cry
He forgives my soul—my soul laughs
Galaxies crumble randomly
In my resonant laughter
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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