Rage into the Path of a Living {Beat} Storm...

Flip the origami
into its most translucent
of forms, to undo
the magic of component parts
disguising the mysteries
of silent unions and art.

To break down
and breath the beauty
of morning’s pale blue sparks

splits the lips with breathing
{&}
tears the tongues with hearing
{&}
twists the lids with lashing

their pupils finally seeing,

and we learn to listen
to the sighs of blood
and the soils beneath

forgiving.


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