God’s Heir
poem by e.e.cane
Jan. 1, 2021
Such beauty in light,
some strange tune born,
mind-smeared now, though
years younger god’s chord
divine—fever without roots
Oh sweet, deceitful clay of
earth and pigeons this had to be
endured patiently till every feeling, overstressed,
welcomed again the summer day
warmth on my neck,
the song-deliverer shine
Oh, gentle muse deserved
I am free
Darkness broke faith
From gallows i ascend, god’s heir
amid banality
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