Good Morning

Cheeks rusting On the rooftop Pale skin red With ferric front Freezing morning Turning shingles white In a sweater crawling Out the window Carefree iris and A done-up bun Drinking in Nightsmashing sun’s Dawn over the Mountain chain Stars begin to Wane Replaced by the Light of day And then you say “Good morning”

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Photic Ray

Grinding away Siege Breaking Surroundings By unending Magma bursts Atop sunspots Simmer heat Boils over this forge As sunshots Wear the plates Of metamorphic rock Punch through As a volcano Through clouds Thermite of dawn And mortar strikes Weaponize light As melting heat Fearsome Roaring energy As fast as the Speed of light Charging withContinue reading “Photic Ray”

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