petrichor

stone blood pulses

as soil might tremble

with the underpinnings of life,

gingerly holding

the teeming whispers

of capillary roots

through rained black loam;

[a god is birthed,

his first breaths

spreading supernovas

amidst an expressionless sea

of dust spiraled

by the bloom of becoming,

awoken in sudden genesis.]

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