Prometheus,
unmake us;
we failed.
Bodies of mud,
once
as you made, and
sparked,
have dimmed
and muddied
in mind.
We kill,
expunge,
shed life
and lie, rested,
to rise, like
ravens, again.
Prometheus,
no more;
melt us.
Let this planet
not thirst
for death
anymore.
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2 comments:
so sticking to the new-found style, huh? .. well nice.. nothing really striking about this one..but nice thought: "unmake us"..
what style?
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