thunder-throated, raw adults

Thunder is in my throat

And I am the whole of this world

My great throat swallows

And I am parched

And it is true that

To a grain of sand 

I am a titan

Aren’t I

But to a titan I

Am now a titan 

And all of our footsteps

Are the percussion of this great beastly earth

And you’ll never have to beg me for love

It’ll weep out of my ears

And the sanguinity of infection

Will course through me

And we will be barrel riders

Down the tides of adolescence 

As we emerge in valor

As blazing sons of suns

We have crossed onto this

Lengthy bridge, finite bridge

That makes the ground

Seem anew