“you were sudden
and shining

a midwinter’s summer day

your voice pulled, soft gravity
drawing in wayward siren souls in its wake and tide.

thank you for (dis)articulating every last part of me
you left me standing, glass-boned and shaking.

A jar of rattling teeth.

I’d forgotten the sensation of howling winter winds

until there stood just You
(and I)

and the swirling ships

beneath. “

– your voice shone like infinite sight, and devoured me


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