Karma

Karma

A new glory is followed
By a rolling abyss
The untiring, brag of death

An apocalypse revels
From behind the sliver
Of a gracious dream

The triumph
The plunder and rapture
That lives at a dirt road’s end

The horror looms larger
Proclaiming revenge
For each crater in the road
That abhors my name

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Keeping the world immersed in stanza.