Poem Seventeen: Ark

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The moon crashes 

into the earth.

Wall of water,

black flood,

we vanish 

under waves.

Bleat of rain.

Dirge of wind.

The marrow of cypress

makes red the water.

Lamentation, the bending

of boughs 

can no longer reach heaven.

The earth itself

will swallow you.

Creation. Wisdom.

Weaving. War.

Holy habitation.

Have we lost favor 

with the gods?

Plant, wind,

body and bone.

The moon crashes 

into the earth.

Chakras of the human body

correlate to eruptions, 

earthquakes, collapse

of subterranean gases.

Are we to become 

myths?  

Is there still time 

to build an ark?

The day the moon 

crashed into the earth.

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