day 18

A letter from The Lord to dear tespu.
dearest Tespu
it is your Lord who speaks,

long live tobacco venom
sultry leaves
the pubis roots of lost youth
the star of our animi

long hall be the x of noom
thorax throat of afrioca
black wing’d nest of The Room

long haul to our serpent route
the eagle oiled child of yore

blessed be her nakedness
sweet spoils of her spores

long live the art of your dying
and your rising again

for what was once fiction enters the cave
and that which emergent, is a god.


#noprompt #irvingpaulpereira #spwm17 #spwm17day18


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