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That’s all it is Miles, a leap of faith.
Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse (2018)
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we are not gods but something transitory
unwrap the copper wire from your bones,
stitch this cadaver back into something like
life. death does not have teeth yet, is still
a newborn child crying out into a restless
dark. death does not have teeth anymore,
has torn them loose biting down on the
eons, grown ancient and aching after all
this time. death runs ardent fingers down
the length of pine trees, setting the flocks
of starlings adrift. godhood melts on your
tongue like evergreen. mortality still tastes
like almonds and wheat berries soaked in
honey. you are a pale flower that opens only
to the new moon, a blossom of bone-white.
you fill your mouth with juniper, you make
a ritual of your body, an altar of the forest
floor, waiting for a lover who comes
only when you close your eyes.{ for @ragewrites | insp by this poem | find me on patreon! }
