My Hair Burned Like Berenice
I was thankful to be separated from everyone else in my reflection.
Long periods of downpour. The drey outside my window would fall
also, the breeze would loot.
My heart was valent
with probability: I could be anybody now, half lady,
half asterism.
Fragmental as another year. Supporter holy person
of the rutilant and cindering. I could wander in disguise
to places stuck in office schedules.
Too lengthy I'd
mothered myself with the deference of spectators.
I was thankful to be separated from everyone else in my reflection. To be both
overlooked and rubbed by a coarse sky. I didn't propose
portions of me like fuel.
I won't decorate a solitary
half of the globe. The ground swells with a wet sound.
It is glutted with what was given. I accomplish the wolfish work
of god and make myself once more.
Mature like lichen on
the asphalt. Like downpour conveying the memory of lightning.
About the Creator
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Very powerful!!😮