Today's poem imagines a very large, very creepy, very crawly creature.
Gazillipede
night is
falling
the sun is
leaking its gold
green night-beetles are
glinting
glinting
something is
creeping
something is
climbing
stretching
up and
stretching
up and
stretching up and
down falls of
cool water
through rivers of color
up to a gilded moon
up to a gilded moon
something is
creeping
something is
climbing
on a
million tiny
billion tiny
trillion
tiny feet
climbing the spine of the world
climbing the spine of the world
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