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The sky bruises as easily as I do-
darkening hues that give way
to bright yellow and white that
give way to black again.
I always had my eye on horizons,
sky-bound constellations
and rebel cumulonimbus.
I rise and set, and rise again;
I boil, release, and then, emptied,
find stillness.
The sky is kin; this skin is constricting.
I'd rather be breath than be breathing.
darkening hues that give way
to bright yellow and white that
give way to black again.
I always had my eye on horizons,
sky-bound constellations
and rebel cumulonimbus.
I rise and set, and rise again;
I boil, release, and then, emptied,
find stillness.
The sky is kin; this skin is constricting.
I'd rather be breath than be breathing.
Kindred spirits are found in the strangest places.
© 2012 - 2024 pretty-yin
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"I rise and set, and rise again;" <--- a standalone poem in and of itself. Something I wish I had written myself.