Cracked Vessel Poem by Paul Brookes
Cracked Vessel
On the moon there is no air,
in the sea of tranquillity there no water.
in my heart there is no love.
such a porous brittle vessel it is.
flying into smithereens
from the bombshell of obeisance.
an alienation of fractions
quarters, eighths, sixteenths.
so drowning in estrangement
cold winds blow, leaving just bare ground.Arriving on stars, she whispers roiling suns,
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