A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Devilfish (A Paradigm)
I am becoming-
A wrist with twisted lines, like the age rings of an ancient tree
My demonstration of aptitude
A fading sense of failing
Black curtain, ink, or the vampire’s cape worn by a giant manta-ray
To cloak the ocean and purge bodies with poison
The love of God defines me
A word, a father, silent sound in the wind
They keep monsters like me from succumbing to human behavior
When we go, we don’t come back in the place where we stood there are countless idols
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