Quincey Burkhalter

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I dreamt of perfect 45 degree angles
Not sure what that means
I’ve never been about
Absolutes
...

I am
Trading the life
Of underwater breathing
Struggle
...

Butterflies
Holding the lids of my eyes open
Opalescence of wakeful dreaming
Rainbows of misty thought
...

Just like the blues feel
The raw
Painful chords
Jealousy
...

5.

Do my legs have memory?
Do they remember
The standing,
The waiting?
...

Oh sparrow, carry me away
In fancy, in soft chirping melody
Mixed with pollen, with wind
...

I have a plea to my memories
Please stop bombarding me

Stop ringing me up at 3 in the morning
...

Quincey Burkhalter Biography

I have worked as a teacher and journalist and spend my free time either writing or running.)

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Forty-Five Degree Angles

I dreamt of perfect 45 degree angles
Not sure what that means
I’ve never been about
Absolutes
Perfection
Yet the construction in my dream
Was perfect from every direction

I was building stairs
Perfect spiral stairs
Made of stars
Steps were
Beams of light
Railing
The softest comic dust
Violet refraction
Of universal memory

I built by exhaling my life
From memory lungs
Melancholy gasps of cosmic light
Stair steps into the heavens
Planets of vaporous thought
Rings of ice
Rhyming midnight cold in the stars

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