A New Jerusalem, how wakened by The wound erasing steel-bone spires Agape and pitted, sanguine pooled, as if You bloodied first my mouth with concrete slabs Remote like spit-out teeth, among a soot Footprinted, as the heroes dash into Collapsing blaze, salt-water streams that seed The forty days of my chest’s desert, sunk In lungs that heave in cloud-dust pillaring The day, asbestos plume we cannot breathe But track, til honeyed-milk in river runs Between the breasts that heaven opens, if That fissure scorched in earth, a clarity Is born of this great city, holy more, Where Babylon was laid, Jerusalem Reborn, transfixed, a temple bright, in stones Hand-hewn from cavities of girdered hearts, And wives departed from the languid kiss That’s buried in the womb of two God cleaves; None know my city now, where grace bestows A miracle, Jerusalem has moved.
Reason for writing:
Apparent
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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