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Sun moves (poem #574)

How the sun moves,

across the golden expanse

dreams criss-cross and pull

the mind, overlap the skin,

teeth, jaw, skull.

Thank you for reading!

-Alina

Slip down

into oblivion, a

matching heart

beats in response

reciprocates.

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Where are the eyes? the eyes

of the dead, watching from

the darkness. A flame erupts,

ignites the iris, reflecting back.

I sink, and

welcome

the cold water,

rising up to my neck

and over.

Sun turnstiles

and I am revolving

around you. In orbit,

you do not glow, glitter,

or emanate a light source,

life source. You are a moon,

created out of cataclysm, but

reflecting light nonetheless

you are the center.