Tanit
My eyes begin at Gibeah
any Gaza Bera cemeteries
mourn. the passage
of her sunset. the storm born of her weather,
the earth is divided now. Her sunset is
perpetual as her sunrise.
entropy dwelled in so uncomposed an infancy
that Samael Horites willingly gave themselves
as puppets for the LORD.
they seek spirits
objects vessel within
facsimile's ellipses
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