Saturday, December 5, 2020

looking at the sun

Held too close

like the words of a ghost 

speaking clearly in

the crown of darkest night.

Left too long

the armrest of the open

driver’s side soaking

the whole arm for

the elbow’s sake.

Bereft at the direction 

the hearts says look

and the eyes oblige

despite the limits of the organism

and the capacities of the instruments.

Eventually it is all pieces

weighed and disassembled 

the smoke and mirrors 

traded for the bone and gristle 

the receptacle full and

still filled spilling 

ink and aptitude 

all the grays incorporated 

the image left unseen,

blind to begin it. 

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