Godly Desire

In the dying light of a glistening day,
As Nyx rears up, and Apollo gives way,
I’ll ride Fujin’s back to horizon’s gate.
The Aurora within is restless and irate
She rots handcuffed in my Third Eye.
And restlessly dreams of Olympus’s high.
Unbridled, ecstatic, and almighty in a way.
Indra, Zeus, and Jupiter, in a way.

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