Category: Poetry
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A hearth recognized as home
A hearth recognized as homeAnd light cradling for your returnA dilation of excitement and expedienceAgainst wax that ran down ceramic cheeksAnd hardened to caress a prophecy Could you see the sun catcher reflectA centrifuge of fire, sparks and smogOr had your gaze averted the starburn?
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To know how you saw me
To know how you saw meHow the eyes that lookedLike glass upon a sun beamConsumed the darkness that hidAnd blinded the heart of each star Were you blinded in the vision?Scorched, as the rose irises burnedOr were the cracks too fine to let light in?
The Punch 