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Altar

Onto what altar are we being poured?

A day comes, burning bright
Or looming grey, when Mother
Takes back into her earthen court
What remains of this vessel of clay.

“Onto what altar were you poured:
The altar of love for man and me
Or the altar of all-consuming desire
For material and power and praise?”

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction.

Credits

Photo by Sergey Norkov on Unsplash

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