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The dirt commands reverence

I've dreamt of a seed

With a burning crown

Placed on its brow

Strung in chains by Christ's tricks

The sky blackens as ice drips

Ruinator of the gestating brood

Digging through stone

Picking through bone

To find our carrion prince

The winged one's words

Crack its encasement

Picking through stone

Digging through bone

To find our carrion king

I chase an extinguished euphoria

Re-animating vestigial fury

Drinking from the lips of the gourd

Replenished by the jelly

Of their malleable spines' marrow

Reclaiming land and sky