Does the avatar sit still
upon the sand dunes
the scarred whales
with their beautiful,
sad eyes?

Do you see
sea unicorns piercing starlight?

Do your ashes miss the desert?
Do they know who she is?
the breathing thing
inside your chest;

Who dreams the fires
of so many creation gods

Do your bones miss the buried eons
where Gilgamesh guards
the mountain of God
for days, for thousands of years?

“Oh never mind me –
I’m merely waiting,”
he says.
“For the tides
to roll back in.”

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