the black pupil of a primeval God
plays echoing galaxies like harps
tuned to the melody of mortality
as sinking structures grow spiders…
time then realizes its reflection
in pools of cloudy breath frozen
in treks across howling darkness
shadows cultivate consciousness…
crusades bless vivid mutilations
revolutions rip eyes blooming
generations praising fornications
chiseling idols with holy fangs…
wings of commandments graze sea-
sons gasping for gold under legends
enshrining cities in layers of paradise
as worms consume their fatty livers…
Poetry By Alex Roth 