SKY BREAKING

Why do I fear the darkness?

The shadows that blanket

and shelve the hard, purple

moments. I spend so much time

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looking down and inside

that the rough and wild ruckus

of beautiful, incomplete things

slips through my hands and knowing.

Embrace the cracks between the bricks.

Shimmy up the pale green stalks

until the sky breaks like a song.