Through Night Mast - Diego Zepeda

… in deep galactic limbo…

Through night mast and dreams,

my organs morph into a collective polymer,

a translucent blood porridge,

a trinity divine of heart, brain, and lung.

A passion conscience—

my passion conscience—

petrifies, like static stone,

and the scarlet muscle stirs relentless

of her twin prizes bronze,

of memories scattered among voids,

of the warm gust love air I breathe.

We linger in deep galactic limbo,

this holy flesh mass, this omniscient presence

and I, its derelict vessel,

its puppet soul, whispering to the cosmos kneeled before us:

“I am your God.”

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Diego Zepeda is a second-year English major with an emphasis on creative writing. He enjoys writing poetry and occasionally short stories. He writes for the soul.