part three

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

(his eyes are windows thrown
wide open to the stars,
where all of the universe is invited
to spiral down,
where all of the mirrors
are pointed upwards)

all fullness, all vacancy

you do not have a face,
or even have a body,
or even care what beauty is,
for all your kingdom's falling

he has a beauty that is not unlike
a wishing star crashing into a thunderstorm
lost among the lightning
forgotten in the spectacle

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Falling Through My Dreams
by: Alan C. Keimig
from: Auburn, WA, US

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