Water Won’t Quench This Thirst

This water will
Flow through this alter and I’ll still be still.
Her tantrums won’t move me.
What is the nudge of the storm?
This god won the wrestle against the sea
And left her wings deformed.
That’s how they forget
My victory over dry land.
A place water couldn’t wet
And her feet wouldn’t stand.
My thirst is not a hunger,
I’m already full of myself.
This longing is desire no longer.
It is morning unending in itself.
Water would wet, and that would be it.
Fire would burn and the place would be lit.
Vengeance will travel hitherto,
And that would make two.

Leonell

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