A Beating

August 11, 2011

Weary
the mind
that takes
care of
a child.

Howling,
naked,
cloaking
the god
within.

I hum
to her,
my breath
once sung
is gone.

Now she
crashes
into
thorny
sleep.

I seal
my eyes
as I
hold her
closely.

Comets,
star stuff,
endless
blackness
ignite.

Resting
my ear
against
her chest,
warm like
a bath
that wells,
flooding
joyful
weakness
with the
voice of
Divinity:
a child’s
heart beat.

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