APPROXIMATE IN
GLORY
I've got arms the place of God where
the sockets used to be; restricted movement
such is this is so lovely. I've got eyes the size
of Suns, the size of every exploding star where
once nothing used to be. I am all that spectral
dark matter you could never see. Yet, now
there is no lid-light on the coffin, no side-table
where the lamp and phone used to be. All
decided times have moved away from me.
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I do see you, standing below, in the shadows,
looking up. You are as beautiful and lovely
as ever once could be. Thunder's back in a
lightning storm - all things rage with fury.
I am stars and fiery orbs where heart and
soul should be. All decided times have
moved away from me.
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