Letter to the Shatterer of the World
- POETRY
- February 2, 2020
Every crack of dawn she performs her quinary dance
Diligently whirling, leaving none to happenstance
Out of sadness and in great despair I beg to reveal thyself
Ye reckless, imperious, belligerent, bathing in thou wealth
At a bright day, pondering on the street
I was lumbering with trembling feet
As Atlas endured Caelestis’ weight
He roams the lands following his fate