Down the sickly throat
of this sadness bloomed,
no love can reach
(The petals are charred.
My mind, locked in patterns,
rebels against freedom)
From this spill of stability,
this testimonial defeat,
the colours break from
sunset to void and
the world outside
with indifferent shadows, with creatures
without breakthrough, animated
silhouettes that know no suffering or simple
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Little Voice Leaping” November 2015
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