An Absolom, Not An Abraham, Am I
Swallowed the endless sands
for a son.
The deserts of my dreams
run wild with the rivers I have waded,
weighted.
Arriving
by surviving
cancerous light
carried from another corner
of a universe unaware
I am holding him up
not in sacrifice,
but in adulation.
An Absolom, not an Abraham,
am I.
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