tears that crumble

i feel restlessly still

patiently stern

awkwardly strong

illuminated darkly

showered in tears that crumble

with the breath of my smile

listlessly in touch

with my own wandering

abandoned and yet lifted onto a throne

of brilliantly shimmering gold streams

that coil night rains

they sneak away and dream soiled

dampened by the sea’s emergence

wakefully tousled

embedded with jewels

that reflects the light

swallowing colors inside

and pulsing the moon’s silk

into my presence absently

i stare out of fish bowl windows

to dancing clouds


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