I
the moon goddess, shriveled
as she spoke
‘the sun
             is the chalice
of happiness

the flowers
they are
   the
         chalice
of new beginnings

i
oh, i
   am
     the
       chalice
of beauty’

there was no epiphany

‘what are you the chalice of?
who is your your keeper’

thenmybreathfroze;

the goddess
oh,
her heart

stopped beating.-----------_

II
for the maker of mandkind
didn’t leave his handprint

ahint? agiven?
no

why is your l ife a speck????????

when did the rain mean
more
than blood

when did the sun matter
more
than your hair

why can you give the moon
more
power than the whites of your eyes

you are all there is