Part of the shape you hold
hidden deep in pine grain
split open by an axe of light
reveals intricate textures
a secret color
whispering to dawn
choose me.
Stealing into woods
an exiled poem
unable to write
a stealthy dynamite light speaks
without words
there is depth unsung
a bruised peach leaked to faraway sunsets
if buckets or ropes could reach
a silent explosion
how this small mouth
downpoured secret rain.
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Ripe enough to remember
pearls hidden in clover
nameless as the feeling
when someone you love
swallows suicide
only to come back to tell you
how to cultivate explosions of frequency
planted deep in rich patterns.
"All you have to do is let light axe you wide open and surrender to gravity."
If you have been brutally boken from the world and still have the courage to be gentle to others, then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself."
-I forget who wrote this but man it got me good. Blew my head clean off. Boom!