Rigor mortis

the grass, the moon, the four legged beast scuffing through dust,
antlers dug into a tree, creaks from the bark, horns in the mud,
plants through skin, snakes on the branches, eyes watching,
a pool of plasma, a silver skinned monster, buried in the muck,
diamonds cutting glass, a hissing animal, covered by the sounds,
of the forest.

a bloody mountain, a rough bank of snow, a raging typhoon,
leaves burning and rotting, swirling mush of clouds, crying,
into the venting depths, a volcano underwater, warming,
flying beasts out a spout, charging the skies, divided in the spheres,
coal and crystal, a blasting waterfall, brought from the trenches,
of the battlefield.

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