Truth

The swirl and peck

natters at his inward eyes

a hurricane of dirt

grinds his vision blind.

I am the All Father says Odin.

And I carry the sun says Apollo.

I am the Son says Jesus.

The whirling wind

scrapes at him,

bleeding.  Wounding.

Alone.

 

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