Gunshots
Immortal is the writer’s eyesight,
ball of rolled up phrases and rhythms;
Particle of sand through fingertips
portal of blurred pictures for poems;
Meant to be captured in her wordplay
spent she sifted through blue lit thoughts;
Disorient edges slip to focus,
torment is soothed her pen fires gunshots.
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