Arxcis
Legacy Name: Arxcis

Luca: x

He woke to find the house on fire
and went straight back to bed

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James Longenbach
Imagine cities you’ve
Inhabited, streets
Paved in lava stone.
You never intended to pray

In the temples, had
Nothing to sell.
Now imagine yourself

Returning to those same cities.
Hunt for people you knew,
Knock on their doors.
Ask yourself

Where are the vases, animals
Etched in gold?
Where are the wines

From distant places,
Banquets ferreted
From the bowels of the earth?
While you were missing

Other people wore
Your garments,
Slept in your bed.

How frightening
The man who said
In his affliction

Wood has hope.
Cut down
It will flourish.

If the root grows old
And the trunk withers
In dust, at the scent of water
It will germinate.