Day 1 By Eric R Ganz

snakes are coiled on the granite
falcons fly unto the west
feline eye marks the transit
a nested bird in gentle rest

setting sun and moon is rising
Cheshire eyes aglow, intent
some are born and some are dying.
the drum keeps beating for what is meant

cardiac clocking, pounding, throbbing
hungry moon in stellar nest.
feline fanged the blood, the rapture,
the drummers throbbing rhythm, sent

reason why, Fates enterprising
the drummers clocking call.
Now is born, there, is dying
for all an end, to end in all
E.R Ganz


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