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Inside some minds

Revolves a jagged scrap, a metal shape

On display in the dark like an African diamond.

Night flares shoot from its sharp-angled corners,

Maiming pulsing webs of soul, bone and vein.

A brilliant kill- dead and done are the

Nektons of the spirit.

Braid the sunset
And weave the river slow-
Let it sparkle between burnt evening strands,
Hold my hands.
Take my soul
And look through it into the light
That flows between water and sky,
Soothe from it the night
That scratches deep
With clock-face fingers.
Keep the morning shadows too-
Let smooth sun slants
Warm my face,
Illuminate you
In the daybreak.

Your warm oatmeal words

Pour into my cold

Porcelain bowl soul.

They soften the echo,

Sweeten the silence,

Make me whole.