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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Beneath A Rising Amber Sphere

Such a heavy day...
I awake and immediately feel
Its weight pressing me down;
Squeezing life,
 dripping despair

Drops that now take up residence
On the threads of my pillow’s cotton case
Where my eyes once shut for comfort
To trade the square shape of now
For the complimentary colors of an abstract place

That place is closed today
And I am open only
to the sharp and real dimensions
Coming into focus
Beneath a rising amber sphere

How it manages to acquire such height
I may never know
but I want to live
 within that glow;
It must be weightless there.

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