by Zachary L. Power
I pray to my Goddess
She is the form and she is the storm
The temptress
I pray to my Goddess
Do make this sound real
Do make these stray notes spray the spokes of your wheels
I pray to my Goddess
She creeps in through each crevice
She sleeps in the Dawn and awakes when the beat trips
Tally Oh! Tally Oh!
I pray to my Goddess
She is the norm and she heeds no warning
The Huntress
I pray to my Goddess
Do make these hands feel
Do make these wayward words into swords that cut granite
Do make your voice known as the tide arrives casually
I pray to my goddess
She transforms light to darkness
She performs open-heart surgery
She reaps gold from the mountains
She reaps gold from the mountains
She sleeps in the Dawn and awakes when the beat trips
I pray to you, Goddess.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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