a poet is a fool with an overwhelming sense of misplaced divinity

i bleed
the sunset
across
the darkening
skies

my tears
the rains
soothing
the dusty
plains

i am a
force of
nature
in all of
her malicious
intent
a phantasm
of spectacular
deceit

i am
a vengeful
godling
creating tales
of woe

with this
ink stained fist
i am
an infinity
of sublime
rapturous
divinities

i bleed
the sunset
my bruised flesh
dappling
the night sky

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