My eyes fragment the light
Refracted from the things
Of this world. I sit here
In the dark teasing bits
Of wet flesh from my chest
Like a raven feeding
On the eyes of the dead.
Little is left to us—
Shadow’s remnants echo
Between deep-patterned sighs
And ritual’s gestures.
Meaning reflects desire
As kaleidoscopes spin
Off ordinary hopes.
(November 23, 2017)
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