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gonegal — Intelligent Design
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The skies were a pale eggshellthe colour washed with
patchy brushstrokes for clouds
layered like tides
like sledge dogs to pull the
encroaching chariot for the moon.
Where tree roots grasp
and sigh, heaving to cleanse the air
as hairs on the earth swaying
as the churning mantle swallows
and digests itself for the umpteenth time
and we bathe ourselves in her tears,
blood and cranial fluids
and wonder why our sins taste bitter
and salty.
