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courier of cosmic collapse

no blood spilled in the sacrament

seamless transfusion of righteous virtue

valiance in the face

of the ungovernable entity

framing its rage with blue flowers

crystalizing primality, beckoning

higher-mind forth into sober sunday smiles

spoon-fed softness against

current of cataclysmic shift

all sleeps gold-green again

childhood home revived in you

all ive met taller than

since fell my climbing tree

shining halo of your sharp teeth

knelt by sky-forged ivory altar

i don't ask, but angels answer

there won't be cracked ribs like the first time

or rope-burn like the last

the arsonist rests by the waters

recounting gifts of kingdoms

met on shores to realms of revival

loved through unburdening of self and scar

unscathed by uncertainty:

I am allowed.