Monday, April 1, 2024

Arc

Radiance wash your flesh
Tenderly intense caressing and
strangle a blank smile out my face
As liquid airs slowly splash my skin

See now a deep orange hue searing, 
Baking, flowing, oozing, and 
Break these shreds of my stone skin
Chiseled by a sun's blade

Seen still thru closed lids how
it lives inside you thru time
I remove my ego temporarily to
let these sounds drown me

What do you hear in it?
Such loud silence and damp roars
But none of this squabble, drabble
ripple whipping stopping spinning 

Hover over other under cinders
Embers ending enough in doors
that swing wind wide when
You aloft, had flown away

And you say, "O, sweetness" 
"Cradle my ribs an' legs" 
"Blessed be my destruction" 
"Washed out upon an arc" 

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