today i spoke to god
+ he was yellow:
a fervent boy
whose beardless face
had cursed a soul
and loved a thousand more.
god is
a golden boy
whose skin is
doused
in light
whose hands are summerlike
today i spoke
to god: a flowerchild with hands
that tremble in
the light of day +
he was brazen
+
grey
+
bronze + tangerine.
god plays the lyre
+ wears a rock citrine.
one robe
one gleam
one baby child
under one mezzanine.
god falls
in love
with nymphs + kings +
throws a quoit to
split the seams -
today i spoke to god
+ he was draped in golden dew
+ played a tune;
+ the god of the sun
adores
the queen of the moon.
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