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BOTTOMLESS CHALICE
I.
every space
must drink from
the bottomless chalice
of worship
II.
under earth’s blackened storehouse
roots multiply
inhabitation
permanence
the Vinedresser
who never leaves
guiding, upholding the walk towards
the never-ending throne
in incomparable light
III.
subterranean blood
rises
rises
dwarfs rivers
IV.
Your nearness washes over
eliminates the need for all else
a silence
surging outward
flattening all
V.
false kingdoms
reach the end of their tether
even ash and dust refuse
forever
And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword
Nothing pulls itself out of the fire
VI.
In unison
the tongues of the living
and the dead
betray their hosts
Averring Lordship
VII (a).
obsolete
the sun fades out
leaving a plain
of bowed knees
VII (b).
oceans bend
time frays
Earth expends itself
the temporal phase complete
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