Thursday, April 19, 2012

Dear Light, Shifting--

Across my window, you break
into pieces prism'd and spilling
into me, I pull my breath
to hold myself captive
while the curvature pulls you out
and on your way, down Five Finger Mountain
I imagine you fighting all alone, with yourself,
with yourself, along these immeasurable degrees of latitude
to defy all you've ever known
to break yourself, whenever, wherever you want
to chart a new trajectory, while the dragon eye winks
you'll remember
even black death can find its way along roads of silk.

Forever grateful,

A poetry prompt from NaPoWriMo

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