The sky can only be kissed by a poet.

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Your wall cast a flowing

tide shadow on our side

of the mutual morning


It grew and grew then

ebbed backwards the

direction it came from


Scaling the masonry,

returning, propagating,

germinating, a nightfall.

I spy with my life's eye
a hidden lense out of the coroner's eye
from birth to a blade
love or hate on a single-stage,
one made the cut the other died.

Who's persistence is rife
can I see and feel what begs
and in the order of love
you still offered me a knife.