Asunder The Brick Spoke (Loose Tongue Poem)
She found herself as shrouded in a great length of fire
The taste of the world crawled from her spine
And welcoming the warmth is seeped out
Filling the atmosphere as dense as stone compared to the sky
The tenacity of the worlds was rivaling its own haunches
The speed of its spreading scoured the skies aloft
Nothing was without the fervor of chaos
And by heart all things lent to the greater sands
She was lifting and high on the rise above the flesh of the world
Nothing was marked as forgiven nor disdained
In the slightest, all things were matched to the climate
Of the weather that wore and tore at the edge of her spire
Everything was guilty in the last glimpse of her eyes
She saw all of them for what they owed to her
And she bled, bled them of all of her spine
And seeping to, they fell into her embrace
She was the candle that held them forwards
She was the forgiveness that clamored to make them whole
And everything was scrawling its regimented notices in the soil adrift
The end is here, they'd say, here to say it's greetings at last