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the sun's light paints my face
before it reaches out
to rouse you
it is a canopy
against the dark
against the world i make
the glass box
missing slippers
i chose to live in

i am now what i was always
so round, so strange
an out-of-order sign,
flickering momentarily
in and out of existence

the air in my lungs
flows backward
reverse
no, not osmosis
but a collage of photographs
replaying every little elocution
needles in my elbows
and i wince with the impact
fragments collapsing
as they fall from my fingertips
i drown to the depths of my bones
wrapped up in a prayer
for something that tastes like amnesia
and smells of smoke on the pavement

don't make me go back in
don't make me go again
don't make me

against the glass
the light that dances, so prismatic
fosters my disillusion
and i curl my toes and reach
into the gold behind my irises
pulling out warmth
in the shape of springs
that were never there to begin with