Labor of Love

Labor of Love



In one swift lift the Titan heaves

Heaven and Earth above his head.

He strains, remaining crouched as if

to throw, elbows bent, shoulders tense.

His gritted teeth spark stars.


Alighting stony mountain tops

- where indurated Gods vanquished

by the Sun, blinded and frozen, wait -

fingertips rise and fall like moths.

His palms, thick ice caps, crack.


Heavens freed from Eternity

splinter long and break into days.

From his throbbing temples lead sweat

beads, drips and runs into matter.

Revolutions begin.


- g(c.)


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