backlit and radiant as any of
the haloed saints and twice as
ethereal, pyres of
photons
I reflect all (Im rubber)
reverberating witness (you're glue) to
this particular particle moment
fresh as dirt
I teem, I worm
I roil and lye
still as a burn.
I would be a small
strange sun if I could choose
consuming each sugary star
Universes could not satisfy.
Beautiful Poem Steph! Its inspiring me to paint :)
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I love how playful the tone is. It also reminds me of a short sotry by Anais Nin in it's desire, "This Hunger."
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