His hands clench on
eyes straining shut
grasping for all consuming
darkness to take hold
and keep
but golden arrows burn
opaque red where vibrant black
floated and rocked him
his body limp flails
murmurs harsh from beyond
the darkness, jar the seductive silence
Bat blind, his arm strikes out
a sloth eyeless attacking a fly darting
to fall, soft unfulfilled onto terra umbra
Fury wet, from a goddess incensed
splats the brow, shocking him in the shadows
With glass unbarred clear, divine light assails
the mole uncovered, burrows deeper into
the white dirt, hastily shoved over his mind
But firm shovels strip the cloth refuge
Saturated and burning, eyes open
the mind closed by anger
revels for the ensuing chaos a day away
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