A Tale By Macrocosm
You live among the stars
I breathe among the scars
You call me war
with my existence alongside your sorrow
I call you a tailor,
whose breath
embroidered my dreams
stitched my skin,
whose welts
were cobbled with haze
bestowed with salvation
eluding the luster of sun.
I wish we were inherently entwined
in a chorus, thrashed into fragments
But the blank is wide
- The moment I glow on clods,
You burn on heaven
Liquid quashed your flames
like urine or your tears
Noises keep your wild tamed
like hysterics or your fears
As seraphs sculpted the dark,
One day your urns may grow my flowers backyard.
Copyright © Minh Anh Nguyen | Year Posted 2023
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