Vertigo of dogs
I am on my way to see a god
or their interceptor.
guarding the road that comes before
the one who collects what I owe
what will be left to explain
in this white hot light then
I will be judged
as I am,
as I see myself now
my reflective lungs fill and flex
like energy caught in sails
the vessel is pushed further toward the unknown
through my eyelids the sun shows red
my skin, the lens for lights great transformation
my body, the barrier between a giant
and it's mind of hawks and buzzards
I am here.
This god is a still cur
whose throne is a black highway
it lays in the sun
never moving
absorbing the heat
energy for its deliberate steps
this god,
a desert hound
it doesn't speak
its black mountain recedes forever.
By Tristan Ashlock
Biography:
Tristan Ashlock is a senior at Salem State University in Massachusetts. He is studying journalism and lives in an apartment by the sea with his wife and their cat.
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