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Vishnu

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i. (matsya - fish)
in the beginning, there was silver;
mercury inscribing cuneiform
beneath the bloodwork of your skewed scales,
scrawling preserver
throughout salt-drenched lungs.

and you laced clear planets into your slipstream,
wrapped solar systems in translucence.
ignoring all the shattered galaxies. ignoring
how easily their frail orbits
broke.

ii. (kurma - turtle)
your ribcage screamed a shattered warcry
of not-quite-god and less-than-human;
a shark's-tooth carapace crushed in.  

forgotten names clawed out your sternum.
your spine fused into your biting back.

iii. (varaha - boar)
razor-wireless shrieked of true tales
thieved by midnight's neon-tripped true bones.

gunshot eyelids half-horizon,
you rose, arpeggio
of stop.

iv. (narasimha – half-man, half-lion)
he walked like christian gods on holy
breaking waves of children's bowed backs.

a crooked tooth inside you turned,
crucified his smug steel-gray blue.

v. (vamana - dwarf)
eras of electrons scratched
themselves into your heels
when you slunk high as stone's glory
through the his wandering-street veins.

you were a death's cap, camouflaging
his new moon. by the time he realized
he was lightless, it was already
much too late.

vi. (parasurama)
children devoured the magpie's crumbled throne;
skeletons starving down
all of his crown's glory.

you're a god, you crooned softly
to your corkscrew-crushed spine.
you're a god, you lied loudly.
his wife wailed less-than-human.

vii. (rama – perfect warrior)
you captured a sea breeze,
selkie seraphim pelt. river nails
down a wavesong,
your jagged grin refrains.  

hooked her weak breath in your palms,
clutched her cold name in your chest.
in sleep she screamed your palms.
convince yourself it was her rest.

viii. (krishna – mentally advanced man)
you held his head steady
as he choked down quicksilver.

you'd forced down madness too,
for your family's painted-on name.

ix. (buddha – enlightened one)
and then you discovered
how to stop fighting mercy.

understanding that gods and rivers
would never cease to writhe.  

x. (kalki - time)
blind eyes to horizon, wait for crimson to charge after.
white as rabies froth, your stallion screams murder,
slams eight thick hooves down.

the world's translucence shatters.

you will recollect
                                )everything.(
I didn't make it into Young Arts with this piece, but you still might see it published in Black Warrior Review :). I'll have to pull it down if that happens (doubt it, since YA rejected it) but the design editor has given me the nod to put it up here for now.

This was a real experiment in style and significance for me. Thoughts, anyone?
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This is simply breathtaking.
So many things said, so many ways to read it.
One can this several time and never tire of finding something new.
Wonderful!