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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

A Dying God

There he did lay
Bathed but not purified in sacrifice
Lost in grief- and immortal fear
A love greater than all the oceans
They are merely his tears
Brushed away from his brilliant face
That is the sun
The moon
The stars
Galaxies near and far
All the universe
Reflected by his creative images
His breath gave us life
The Goddess gave him love
She kissed his brilliant horns
Kissed his shining face
White and red
Woman and man
That become one
The divine union.

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