Out{side} my window, a silver chandelier
Dripping dry ice >> flawless as paragon <<
Above ebony trees, the moon hides
< fat cheeks > slice of beauty -
Wind rides a black pillar this night
Wrapping [dead things] in resin &
//layers// of glass
I wait..... not for the thaw of snow
But for the << shattering >>
Slow motion of loop { arc of force }
After my long guilty confession
My fingerprints stained of grease,
I am caught inside this urn { honed by fever }
Encased in this >nebula of darkness<
Light, [he stops me], shimmers bet-
ween / / cracks
The scars -- you carry never occurred
but in your << heart << heart <<
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Punctuation and Enjambment by Bjorn Rudberg. This is repost of a poem, edited with punctuation.
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