one surrendered eye shines bright
as the other escapes the tortures
of reflected light and mundane reality
in the patterns of life,
here a part of me is flying, fabulously
unanchored and weightless,
here the other: wooden, sodden, frustrated
and obligated to the earth,
oh grey heart, do not drag this lifted part into
the sticky mire of an ordinary soul,
do not charcoal over these watercolor feathers
of this glittery angelic half,
she will save you from yourself, you know.

10/27/2012

Posted on 10/27/2012
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