AN AMBYS 2024 FAVORITE (POETRY)
These my offerings,
tiny and fragile, they must take root
in stubborn soil. Fertilize them.
Give them shape. Twisted they may grow,
but their trunks must be strong.
They must reach through the night.
They must be of t...
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This from one who sees the sun sailing on celestial roads rich and red: oh, see! and say, can you see the sun king's chariot spoked with smoking lynch-pins burning red on raw skies? His red hair fire burning wheels against seas of lead sky. Stay, do not rue the road you say you saw open up to the red chariot sun to burn raw through sea and sky. Red horses pulling regally the fabulous sun, across the sky.
