Wednesday, July 5, 2023

heap

Sieve of sky, heap of bones

the words hung on stars

the riddle written in stone

a single thought from furious iron

all the way to petrichor 

this reason unfolded like a flower

a thousand lashes of civilization

each flinch a cave in and 

a confession, fists by

the handful dragging the ladder

down to heaven through 

the night filled with livid winds,

this ache an empty made of dreams.

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