~the repetition & the stilling

in the rain-stained darkening
in the tarpaulin of dreams
in the sage & incense

I ache to be bodiless
& emptied of noise

to perforate the visceral ruins
with tiny awakenings
to pierce the versed veils
with chiaroscuro smudges

I ache to be root-thread
unbecoming in the mirror

to gather my imperfections
with a trinity of reflection
to collect night in small jars
with bonedust & moonbeams

I ache to be a pronoun
& distilled like poetry

in a pocketful of feathers
in a silage of lightning
in a room of no windows
lah 5.26.16 ©®


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