the gods i, the gods ii, the gods iii, the gods iv, the gods v, the gods vi, the gods vii, the gods viii, the gods ix, the gods x, the gods xi, the gods xii
the gods viii by Donald Kuspit
the gods remain good,
wisdom pouring forth
from their tears,
their eyes once again all seeing,
replenished by innocence.
purged of the world
their plentitude becomes evident
in their silence.
let the myth of them remain
when all is finished,
so the sky can be burnished
by their presence,
that my eyes have a resting place
of wonder,
untouched by the indifference
of death.
no shadows to fear
when their light comes unbidden,
a thread of light
leading me out of the labyrinth
of longing
into the pastoral space of myth,
with its miracles
of memory.
Poetry
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