a descent into poetry insanity |
| their world was full of gods—weighing feathers against hearts, and pushing the sun like a dung beetle across the heavens. in every animal— the face of a god. what would they think of us who see the world upside down— the upper kingdom dangling at the bottom of the map where it can slip off the Nile as it diminishes into tributaries and streams high in the hills. line count: 16 |