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I wander through the rust of twilight, carrying your name like a bell
I wander through the rust of twilight, carrying your name like a bell melted in a still-throbbing heart
I don't know if I love you or if my pupils just shine under your uncertain and fragile spell
Thoughts flow like glass birds, colliding, shattering, and piecing back together on the retina in a spiral
Sometimes I hide my longing in the pocket of the night, like a firefly afraid of its own blinding light
Other times I would scream until the sky cracks, to hear the echo returning my answer breathed by burning stars
You are the spark that warms the air, but also the sharp frost that freezes the buds of my heart, now fragile
By day I deny you like a mad dream, by night I invoke you in the abyss of the soft hidden pillow
Between these extremes, I breathe, my cough scattering petals of light through the chambers of flesh and memory
You are the elegant ailment that heals me of silence and infects me with symphonies of shiny shards
Yet I continue to sweep the floor of my soul, gathering your fragments, tasting them to see if they still sing
Perhaps on a morning of ashes, I will breathe without you shining, but today I have no closed antidote
Thus I remain suspended between the bell of the heart and the fallen chandelier, hoping that pain sounds like living music
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Dan Enache
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