The Fall

Recedes the end, where the tarnished cold loosens its graspas azure mist thinsbefore fading into the unburdened air a faint note shudders afar and beneath,a scorched garden lieswith seared flowers illuminating my final night,sprouting verdant plainsand a flame that breathes…

Apotheosis

There’s a particular shape the human imagination keeps returning to — the moment a mortal becomes something more. The hero who ascends. The saint who is received into heaven. The emperor declared divine by senate decree. We call this apotheosis:…