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Jul 2018
The sun has come up-
We are scarcely draped
In sheets and skin,
shadows and sweat thrown
Through cracked
crooked wooden blinds,
Uriel was
pouring sunshine into the
openings of our
broken shutters at dusk..
I could hear your blood rise-
black,
As a comets inner crust,
Raging down
From heaven
Restlessly escaping
Infinity.
Yet,
aimless.
Like a drunken scotch devil-
Searching for treasure
With the bottle as his shovel.
I could hear your pores erupting
Through tiny chasms of
Your skin,
I want you to know-
that
I love you
Perfectly/
Knowing now,
I have witnessed you,
How
raindrops
Are born
flying,
Not falling,
How they crawl down
The stomach of clouds,
Then dive into the stone,
The impact resonates
through everything/
Shaking silence from
The shingles of caves
Lodged deep
In the outstretched fingers of
Earth,
Beneath floating valleys
that are holy,
And secret streams rushing through
Mid heaven, dripping down
The staircase of wind crashing
Through rooftops,
Seeping through ceilings
Where sons and daughters
Dream,
a dream,
all things revealing!
Ilion gray
Written by
Ilion gray  Brooklyn, new york city
(Brooklyn, new york city)   
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