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Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Aakriti Kuntal redux

MY HEART AT SUNRISE

Light circulates
behind the window
Seamstress of orange ferns

I take my widowed palms
into a large spin
and set them on fire
Auburn against the evening's setting sun

Cease and count
the sacred lungs of fire
As they awaken the sky today
once more, one last time

Cease and count
the lifting color of dead bees
As they roam,
strung across a sleepless blue continent

Cease and demarcate
the furious longevity
the rugged intervals
between chambers of white clouds 
As they lick my lonely breaths
and throttle the stunned air

Distort a quiet blue sky
into this dreamless raging voice
as only ugly passions  
like ours do
Then let it beat,
outside of all creation,
my falling heart at sunrise

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