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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.

<<Axtlanadu>> Monwa 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. <<Axtlanadu>>