Can you feel its presence?
Life is alive in everything
A million words breathing
In every silence
Hammered bones, shredded spines
I have told stories to my eyesights
Before the slaughterhouses
Hide my joys in the closets
I have too many closets
Some with stonecutters
Some with just me
I ferry the past within me
Stabbed peace in the eyes
Slowly I begin to wilt in the inside
Will time come to position my bones?
Fix this thorny heart made of softness
My love, my brokenness, my skin
They are in need of some genuine love today
But really, do these words smell like incense?
Anthem of a broken body
What’s freedom with a rope,
Tied around my pursuit for self
Drowning my lips with metaphors
Too heavy, too poignant, too hightailed
That they drown in someone else’s grave
Touch my palms, don’t they jitter?
I have longed silenced my sunrise
Sunroofs on my sunrooms, I’ve
Prayed for light every night
I am a candela.
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