Luminous tenebris


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Luminous tenebris

To not have any regrets
about things that you cannot take back

I want to be somewhere,
where I’m wearing it
like a comfy coat
that could make one outlast a winter
even if it came straight from the index finger
of the big boss himself
and straight into us.

I feel lonelier than the devil
who rides the train to Siberia
with no
other devils around to
small-talk to
about topics such as:
Would you whisper to a pretty flower
that it will end up in a vase
as you are cutting it, off from the grass?

Can you believe it?
They did research
and some taste tests
and when burrowed under anyone’s tongue
and delight-tears
taste different;
one is saltier than the other
yet fail to mention
both are just
and only sinking ships

Meanwhile, at Olympus,
a see-through paper-boy with wings
is looking at a photograph
in the newspaper,
of the Fates:

youngest in fabrics of quartz
wearing an engagement ring
on her left hand,
the middle one blistering
in her house-keeping clothes
and pie-stuffing stained,
the eldest’s face
a caricature of words
cut out in Times New Roman
like a pain that comes with
the aging of itself –
straight from the mouth
of the wealthy clergy
and stapled like a lullaby
onto the circle

that hand-fasts their hands
to the twin crescent moons
swinging a breath too far
from the string
at the behest of no kings
and as a duty to no nomad;
merely knowing
what they all must do.

Tag yourselves,
I’m the shears.

What are you?

~ by Oloriel on July 6, 2020.

3 Responses to “Luminous tenebris”

  1. Beautifully intense!
    The youngest of many tongues seems to be speaking here.

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