Textures #60


the edge of the night envelops 

the sharpness of daylight

like a toothed knife cuts 

through the mourning rays

of a dying sun

pick up your tools

it is time to hammer

a god out of this dust

mix it with water 

by the river and knead

reeds and pebbles in

add a pinch of myrrh

and the crushed exoskeleton

of a dung beetle

shooting through your hands 

feel the life force 

the power of creation

running through your veins

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