Poem: 11.24-11.26.2020

I’ve risen

To the playful echos of

sunrise


I

Count notes of night,

flattened

To make

Room for my perfect

Memory of the sun

Rise


I glow

golden Crisp leather, cracking-jagged,

Cold


I

shine in

All directions

Simply an alter and

An artifact

Still


I am

In my solitude

Under a veil

Of silence and

still


I bath

in the night

In my solitude

I shed


I weep

Salt soaked palms

Learn the art

of dissolving

In the

air


I know

Gentle

I wash

Gentle

I know


I breathe

Earned wisdom massages

My edges

As determined fingers

tendrils honor my scars

I curve as

I moan


I see

Vibrations

Moonlight joins my choir

From Far away

I am honored, I am welcomed

My mundane moans find harmony

In the moons moaning

I hear silent

Mourning


I listen

To the silence made in harmony

I listen


My solo

A veil

A silence

A sound

A silence

Sound

Of salt

My resolve


My voice

Reveals

My edges

Shine

My curves

Smooth


My sediment

Coalescing salt and quarts, colored a cancerous gold.

Bennie and beautiful. An alter too

Myself


She’s risen

The playful sun knowing Only

Rising


Now,

an artifact

Kisses an alter

Pale Amber lips made of sun

Shine

The alter curves

Arcing, bending, curling in the

Moors.


And in the flat.

Where we know silence

Between play


I sing. I bath.

owed. Healed.

I’ve Fallen.

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