Victor Bucarizza Poems

Overhead it beamed
like the fluorescent lights
of the life he was running away from
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The air tastes different out here
The stream plays the pebbles like a harp
There is no line that separates the mountain from the valley
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What does it mean to be human?
Forged in the hearts of the universe
A billion fragments of creation, woven into one existence
Children of the stars that envious eyes reflect
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I searched through the clouds,
Behind the crystal throne,
Beyond the ivory gates that Peter first welcomed me through.
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I would choose it all over you, my arranged bride.

I would dance in happiness,
relish in joy,
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There she sat, clutching anxiously at her crutch-shaped glass.
Staring blankly into the forest of unnamed strangers.

She is a meek flower that loses its petals from an ocean breeze,
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Perhaps if I could fit you in a jar,
no, a cage.
If only I could tie you down with ink to
a torn out page.
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First I was a drop in your dead sea.
Next, a wave in your hurricane.
Then I was the rocks you raged against.
Now I am the clouds;
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