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City of blue tile,
figure in ceramics
where we reach out
grab for porcelain
but it's too fragile to hold
and it shatters in our hands.
In time the seasons will seal thses shards
into the stilts that denote your wrists.
Death is the answer
to calculations composed of motions that are the same and different and secret (secretly the same)
a missing alphabet with a message for us:
when people die they take a piece of us with them
and holes in clouds are minutes passing
rescind this line
and sever all ties,
the skyline unfolds into explanation
that sometimes words give up and
silently walk off the edge off the page and here
the cry opens up reveals the word inside,
the crack in the porcelain.
The silent line of skylit eyes show
deaths up there shine more brightly than lives down here.
Try and Live.
figure in ceramics
where we reach out
grab for porcelain
but it's too fragile to hold
and it shatters in our hands.
In time the seasons will seal thses shards
into the stilts that denote your wrists.
Death is the answer
to calculations composed of motions that are the same and different and secret (secretly the same)
a missing alphabet with a message for us:
when people die they take a piece of us with them
and holes in clouds are minutes passing
rescind this line
and sever all ties,
the skyline unfolds into explanation
that sometimes words give up and
silently walk off the edge off the page and here
the cry opens up reveals the word inside,
the crack in the porcelain.
The silent line of skylit eyes show
deaths up there shine more brightly than lives down here.
Try and Live.