Unreal Brightness

Who has outlasted you?  Listen.
Footsteps hasten towards
eternity:  a mouth swallowing
pearls as darkness chokes you. 

You couldn't have known
I was sent to forgive you.

These salty, dreamless petals
flowers of hurt were meant
to stun, to poison, to arrest you.

Sometimes God's smallest, 
fragile bones, the wildest, 
most implausible unions
fastened and joined

which is to say:  I know
you watch, have listened,
have woken.  Your body
a doctrine, an old forgotten

story of discarded wings, of
unlocked voices and amnesty
have revealed you.

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