Like God

Like God

S.T. Brant

The material world is but a tutor in intensity:
That evanescence is a scalding wan: the
governing hues livid
And diminish. I hear the lights of stars scream
their aches (their
Visibility has died!), the moon is sunk from
my perception,
The sun is bled: all these make true ululations
against the rumor
They fade insensate, that nature calms the Going by
being Sleep.
We wane awake. The naturalness of life cries that
Nature is this nature.
Things are most like god in pain.

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S.T. Brant
Poet & Teacher

S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas and has been published in Santa Clara Review, Rain Taxi, Green Mountains Review, Another Chicago Magazine and La Piccioletta Barca

Photography by Aaron Gibbs