Oni Hayes

A skeletal alien stares from the picture
Happy moments frozen in time
with only remembrances of illness
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It may have been Classic, yet not elegant
It may have been Love, yet not romantic
It may have been hidden, yet not unforeseen
Yet none came to you
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Wind flashing through my strands
Mounted cheeks, glimmering tusks
Admiration for the driver, he’s my big brother
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Soaring the displaced glorious rapture
Recently cracked cubes reform to lush
The vigorous vulture returns to gnaw
Exposing enough to see the nurturing light
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Yield in wonder
At how spring could be
Rebirth of nature annually
Several sprout some unseen
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Never have I seen the radiant colors
Simulated, as in my irrational
Death
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I, variable child
Never memorized
Their tedious feed
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If I shall die before my own wake,
Dressed in everything but black
Curiously part take.
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Starring into an cluttered sky

Ablaze internally, yearns to enrage
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What miracle preformed, rewarded,
Encrypted his face on the moon?
Formation of the stars?
Cultivation of verdant?
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The choice of thee received gracefully
No chance of denial
That moment dissolved into delectation
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Advice laced where not excepted,
Help forced upon
Neither upset nor depressed,
Confused or petrified
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Vibrating fingers echo
Starting slow and ending fast, a reputation of breaths
A pulsing clock moving in snail’s motion
A melody in the silence
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Trapped in a creative purgatory, I strive to survive
As one magnificent manufacture is constructed
The others escape fertilization
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Beaten with words I expect more on my default
Insisting he gratify my impression of the opposing
Subconsciously I justify his moral
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