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I spent three years of my life staring into the sun.
do you know what kind of damage that does to someone?
friends would take turns convincing me
to look away
but when I did --
afterimages
of light danced on the walls.
we built a home in them;
we played pretend, made shadows
of a life with our hands, lied
for days in the sun's mark.
we knew we could not live there.
the house soon grew
dark, silent, slowly. when nothing more could be seen,
I spilt the spirit from my own
split throat.
I thanked the sun for its gift:
blindness.
do you know what kind of damage that does to someone?
friends would take turns convincing me
to look away
but when I did --
afterimages
of light danced on the walls.
we built a home in them;
we played pretend, made shadows
of a life with our hands, lied
for days in the sun's mark.
we knew we could not live there.
the house soon grew
dark, silent, slowly. when nothing more could be seen,
I spilt the spirit from my own
split throat.
I thanked the sun for its gift:
blindness.
Literature
settle
They traveled out east
at the edge of the sink
while the sun crept west
toward the soft harbor lights.
They dripped from the ceiling
like heavy-love dreams.
And hid from the moonlight
as she growled like the sea.
They spun 'round your fingers
and tusseled your hair.
Coiled on paper
and carried conversations…
…
There were always shadows here, darling.
Tired beautiful cold things that filled the bed.
Froze the sheets,
and threw open the windows.
They don't breathe in slumber
but nest like memories…
…
I think they loved you more than I did.
Literature
Midnight Air
The world freezes in the arms of Time,
As if holding its breath, waiting for something –
Anything – to happen before the morning bells chime,
But there is nothing except a distant cricket-song and my own breathing
I gaze into the sky, sprinkled with stars like fragmented glass,
Stretching into a world undisturbed by mankind;
And as my toes curl into damp grass,
I contemplate the angelic world overhead, undefined.
A star is born every time we dream –
The sky never holds the same constellations twice
For we evolve, causing the night to gleam
With wonders and hopes of paradise
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morning broke the spell
morning broke the spell
the mirror shattered, now
a galaxy filled with fluttering shards
dancing in air so still it's a wonder
anything could break at all.
softly, winter scars our lungs.
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Deep and touching.