hollow sundial
Pure unadulterated violence.
Before all, a singularity.
And the pressure locked in by unmoored nothing.
A little light strapped by negative space.
A snap.
All is everything, now everywhere.
It is awake, and everything deaf and blind around it.
Specks of light careening unto undefined vector,
bursting from fragments, giving matter place,
into the retinas of being.
Fractal tides fracture all that is and will ever be.
Until a calm.
Time established.
Space defined.
Architecture.
A blue-green marble poised, glassed in,
wrapped in impenetrable sky,
Body ruptured from sea.
A sapling digs its roots into molten gravel, desperate grasp.
It bears wind and cosmic whipping.
It climbs and tangles upward and presses glass,
to bear only fruit.
To enter this hellish fray,
Terror grows from soot and salted beach.
Scaled beasts stalk their prey and gnash their teeth.
They sever life with bottomless satiation.
Hot ash buries them, and their nests are exposed
to be scorched or devoured.
The earth quakes by stellar debris,
And new vermin, invisible and furred
Lay by bush and tangle under frost and half-moon
The usurper is well fed.
He emerges from his cave,
Precise and indelicate.
Obsidian carved by rock
and skin untethered from buck,
Ribcage adorned in armor.
He spears his target,
Chieftain named.
He sheds like leaves and bears only flesh.
He laces up fur and moves fire from flint.
He washes sins from mud and rips fruit from dirt.
Then burns sun, by dance unto rain.
This unmoved murder, borne to crown,
kills and replaces by conquest.
New kings and queens,
bedded under hearth and bone in this wake.
Upon new spoiled land.
The mind stands from its seat.
Soft words are penned and leather-bound.
Blood is turned watercolor and leather to canvas.
Marble carved and cured from mountain.
Then gilded by golden sea.
warped totem