Scratching/ jagged letters/ in splintered wood// creating/ love
Dirt | paints brick | of shame | the height of | Babel
Lights/ checker boarding/ ceiling / daring dreams to/ take a turn
Dragon fly/ perches in the meadow/ sways/ with grassy/ limbs
The truth | about waiting | leaves me | | helpless
The scent of | angels | makes even the flowers | seem | ordinary
Muffling | silence | glass spasms | | words even seem | broken
Our rivers | weave endlessly | breaking mud | becoming earth's | veins
Diamonds search | through | sun rays | for colors of | yesterday
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