god's grand tongue
could squeeze the juice
from a thick Montana cloud
it could lick the planet's fur
against its grain
then back again
until it purred to its core
sweet minds
have minds of their own
shuddering earth plates
fragmenting, soldering together
in sticky lava chaos
we worship from our
webbed cages
tangled, hypnotized
by coarse grandeur
then hollowed in our
grave descent
to sullen spent sleep
