Fallen
April 14, 2017
As a star implodes,
A white path
looking into the eye of
God creating miracles
Wire pulling tight around
Squeezing coagulated ice
from the fingers
gripping at the sand the sole touches
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Kerosene and alcohol on the chipping paint
falling away in
chunks of glass
that splinters as a
burdened cross expanding
against the blackened horizon
Sitting on
the nose of the
man of the moon hiding
What is not gleaming when the
tree of a puddle
is shifted away,
veins chiming in the movement of
purple and black gases of Pluto
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Claws ripping up a mask, slanted by the pressure
of whips by chains on the wrists in the
tears of the universe locked in a weaving river
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and no one cares that this story is falling apart
that they will breathe in the ashes of this life