The lifted smiles
blown out of you.
The burning bore,
guilty and sore.
The new tightness,
as old as Hell.
The brave faces,
new, and undone.
The confusion.
Upside-down days.
The new moist eyes,
you see it all.
The way forward.
There lips a curse.
The gnashing ends,
the day’s embers.
Your growing voice
soundless suns rise.
I ask for glues,
to mend your life.
To hold you fast,
To seal you here.
The answer comes.
A sprawl of seeds.
The world’s corpus
unites, takes flight.
Then, the day’s swish.
Blood vessel sky,
a salve for eyes.
The sea then sighs.
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