the shape got made from thought and
the bones of animals which had roamed the earth hungry
gathering food, seeking comfort
and growth came new again
and again it came
violent alive thrusting up through the old
shouting out its new shape
the new became old and
thoughts rotted and the jaws of animals and humans
which roamed the earth hungry
seeking food, seeking comfort,
turned white then green with moss.
there was only one way to see it
there could be only one set of eyes
through which to makes any sense
all sense (miraculous!):
Mine. Ours. Divine.

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