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I hear the flash A blur of brilliance Of stinging sunshine Melted memories Which I can still taste Smoldering Beneath Sunday brunch I hear his eyes Cocked chambers of silence Echoes of forgotten laughter Fractured in gelid resolve Crystal conscience Blinded somewhere Between fire and faith I hear the earth Blaring blades of emerald Swirling hues of hegemony Tickling nature’s palette My blushing pale feet As silhouettes of summer Push bare backyard swings I hear my heartbeat The crimson crush of sulfur The stoic shadow of my father Who forgot to tell his daughter He took her life I see…nothing