Wednesday, March 2, 2005

Finite (and Endless)

Finite (and Endless)

The night gasps, swallows
the silence, while the juice
of collapsed stars seeps
down her gibbous chin;
it gleams
with their waning breaths.

Her throaty laugh reeks
of black holes, grief,
and greed.

She raps on my window
lest I forget, with raucous raindrops
that liquefy the world beyond
and leave it distorted, drowning.

Beyond the blink of midnight,
a baby cries, frightened
by the obsidian absence
in her mother's eyes.

But Mama just wipes her lips
on a sullied sleeve
and whispers


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