Chisels

I alter river courses I perceive, draughts of their waters offer scant reprieve, my fatal problem is that my cycles don't interleave.

Suns beat down and peel my skin away, but which borders can we trust to stay? My topographic features must expect to be betrayed.

A sudden crunching and I'm rearranged, now reconfigured for a different age where tongues are sown with chalk dust and the upright are estranged.

I, pulses duelling, reach my perigee, disgorged of honour and of privacy, must contain my essence for my blood is running free.

Now that I've walked to here, where you need me to be
Reach from the sky, my god, and disassemble me
Sacrifice my body, guide me with destiny
I am collapsible, and from the riverbed I'll spring again, a thousandfold.

Locked inside a cancerous cocoon, I draw my venom from my birth's lagoon, with my body as god's vial I'm drawing down the moon.

Burst from my prison with a lifetime's sex, an instinct grown to towering apex, your harem-family witness my seed's effects.

My merest gaze is your pregnancy, a single touch reverts to infancy, this splitting, raping lust respects no boundary.

Ragged surface slick with piss and bile, my muddy footprints trample and defile; I'm oozing lifeforce now - insistent and virile.

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Burden us with every step we take, impelled to follow by this dreadful ache that bends our drying bones - but what good tools we hope to make!

Now that I've walked to here, where you need me to be
Reach from the sky, my god, and disassemble me
Sacrifice my body, guide me with destiny
I am collapsible.