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The Visual Poetry of Poeticah explores the boundaries between poetry, languages, and traditional with computer visual art.
This is a poem from my chapbook Axtlanadu.
Monwa is my diva; i shall desire.
For Her, i stumble through
This snake infested chaparral.
For Her, i crawl that edge
Of vibrant cliffs on clouds.
Her waves erode my soul: She shades me
From the sun of virtue
For Her moon of nectar.
Though i climb the mountain
Of the light of life, i will not dread
Perfection: for i grow in Her;
Her caves and canyons harden me.
She makes me hope my last tear
Will soften the scales on my enemies.
Her sandstorms sting their eyes.
For Her, i comb these arid dunes
For soothing springs to help them see.
Surely, adventure shall always
Thrust me into Her volcano.
And i will worship in Monwa's womb
Till all the stars are novas.