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She opened the door of night


She opened the door of night
And became unhinged.
Hanging upon a turning knob,
Lifting high as her children's kite
Had lifted love and then was lost.

Wheels sing with the sky,
Constellations not composed of stars
But of a billion hollowed moments.
Every thought as unconnnected
As a heart's diagram exploded.

Walking in a spiraled ring
On suspended sands in Alabama,
Her faith the duration of a flower.
In the drystone riverbeds of Babylon,
She unsieves sediments of the hour.

She made her bed at last inside
The shadows blanket thinking:
There'll be time enough tomorrow.
As the lunatic moon undid
Her countenance of sorrow.





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She opened the door of night
And became unhinged.
Hanging upon a turning knob,
Lifting high as her children's kite
Had lifted love and then was lost.


Wheels sing with the sky,
Constellations not composed of stars
But of a billion hollowed moments.
Every thought as unconnnected
As the diagram of a mind exploded.


Walking in a spiraled ring
On suspended sands in Alabama,
Her faith the duration of the flowers.
In the drystone riverbeds of Babylon,
She unsieves the sediments of her hours.


She unmade her bed at last inside
The shadows blanket thinking:
There'll be time enough tomorrow.
As the lunatic moon rearranged
Her countenance of sorrow.




29 May 2018