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Silver
Poems
Jul 2019
old eyes
there's something magical about
a sunrise with no sun
watching the blinds go from
algae bloom blue to
the color of mustard
(gold.),
to see the colors pass as do
your bruises. (time.)
the healing consumes you,
burning you
whole.
pulling all-nighters in the summer has freedom (a lack of risks) and beauty (the first brushstrokes of light at 5:30 am).
to combat time with vision. watching bruises go by and seeing the beauty in their transition. yellows and blues.
#sunrise
#sky
#yellow
#blue
#bruises
#allnighters
#eyes
#vision
#mind
#window
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