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Thoma_Capricorn

You are Enki’s child

who carved the Sun Stone

with a goat’s horn…

 

A mysterious warrior

bearing the people’s sorrow

amid Lord Shiva’s embrace.

 

On the third month’s

third day, you strangled

the serpent creating our universe.

 

Your mind is a pyramid.

Your tale’s the ocean.  Infinity

rests between your steps,

 

nestles into your many sets.

My positive approaches your negative

and adds up to the counter-intuitive.

 

You are the celestial ox

watering the earth:

a pure woman of emptiness.

 

The warring states are crying

upon your ramparts —

a trinity for nonbelievers.

 

While you sail across the heavens,

attack, withdraw, and reserve

yourself until my birth.

 

For more of Israfel Sivad’s poems, please go to: amazon.com/author/israfel-sivad

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