unnavigated night, stars
turmoil the black ceiling. far away
points in time. some
fluted universe, poked
holes of air movements
like speech. a trumpet
call forlorns this distance.
punctuated silence. dragging.
a cadence dances on bassed
strings, noted. underpinning
this pining.
you. through the melody. blue
bird. in this dream jazz.
something speaks smiling
simile, eyes bright. flaming
keys subdued by winter. ever
rising. always descending. your
sight. sound. lessened.
what fate is this? head butts
chest falls. fist grist
in love’s mill. to struggle
inside. a bull
in a ring, and I slay myself.
a bowstring stretched, scratched
across sorrow, blues wailed.
a furrow in my breast. my
starry mind. this night.
but then, trail off toward this
reality. what is here. not
you. silent suites. prayers?
a heart, a hearth.
this only.
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