diaspora

its tongue flicks at me.

out of the puddle of saliva rolls a pearl.

it dissolves.

what does it want from me?

it slithers away, back to its damp home.

i once saw the face of god in the stars

which grinned as it opened its mouth wide

and its dust cloaked the earth

and its light drummed upon the ground

In the midst of a city,

a tower stands,

its size beyond all comprehension,

and all round it,

there is a great spiral staircase,

swarmed with people all trying to reach the top,

which no one has.