Inky sheets bend in flame,
Pages ripe and yearning
Pulled from the safety
Of my still eroding heart.
I promised to die,
A martyr’s sojourn
But none would keep me.
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I trip over stillness,
A pebble worn to silk
By the river’s condolences.
I wipe the clay from my hands,
Immeasurable resurrections
Replayed in the transactions
Between moon and sea,
A convulsive tide eating rain.
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The shadows wake,
Ruins of crumpled shade
Hopes impaled on reality’s
Bitter black blade.
My child lost,
Within and without
A savior cannot be saved.
For
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