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Splinters

I lose my words; and words are lost on me
I lose my cherished stillness, thought-breakers
crashing, sending splinters of peace all around...

In the black waves clinging to my skin
bubbles burst like some hungry mouth
letting out a scream you will never hear

I had a beautiful dream last night
a sunny porch and boughs laden with green
blue shadows and fingers interlocked
a smile that arched across sky-heart like a rainbow
searching for some unimaginable treasure;
You will never see that glitter in my eyes

A smiling carcass floats down the river
one finger lifted at me like some silent conspiracy
the animal chases its tail, turning round and round
the crow flaps its wings one last time
and sits on the icicle-laden wire
which shudders and groans -
splinters of peace fall from its high perch

In the closeness of our skin, creepers have grown.


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