Faceless Purity Poem by luke holt

~for selena readmond~

a light mist fills the hovel perimeter
my mocha eyes drooping into extended consciousness
lackadaisically
i rise to meet dawn's first crisp breath
and i am greeted with Utopian golden sunshine
it is hope without a face
words i can't retrace but only follow
the harsh bitter moon condescends the dawn
languidly contradicting the lilac sea
i am the ultimate atrocity
unkempt and pallid
disdainful and slow
i cannot hold my head up without the growing music vibrating in my diminished
psyche
it's a flow of mercury, a sunrise of gold
a thorn less rose who weeps without her protection
little by little my heart thaws
the tender flesh begins to drink the vermilion sunlight as if a parched root
the blackened crystallized heartache begins to weaken
and the blood fluctuates like a freeway
bishops and pharaohs
jews and gentiles
junkies and catholics
war at the expense of peace and equality
can earth dry her tears and open her ears
it can beat again
so long as there are dances


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