What If
What if I told you
I’ve spent all night
walking through this green
desert, diamond hued,
I’d opt for water.
What if I told you
these cathartic hymns
mask a sadness for
the liquid burnt sunrise
climbing up these iced walls?
What if I showed you this?
Would you repent back into
the sustained, supreme dawn?
Crawling the ground and cursing the light
for this inherent blindness?
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