A second rewrite been editing the archives again
Kiyo Murakami
Your tectonic heart
Gathers breadth
The air is sullen, commiserate
It scatters momentum-
Hissing black daisies
That fracture and wilt
Over asphalt
Their deranged shadows
A funeral procession,
Swallowing entire thoroughfares
And veins too tight for ingress.
Soiled rainbows pool inside
Your tumescent pupils
It’s your sorrow I see
In the storm’s distillation
The reflection of your brooding silence
That stymied heart of thorns,
Incomprehensible in greeting.
These clouds,
The color of pumice,
Form a defensive blanket,
Snuffing out all
Adversarial bodies of light
Eyes closed
You turn 180 degrees
And withdraw,
A distinct continent
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