In Lighten
Rearranging elements to structure our likeness
leaving barren the likeness of others.
Studying nature for some inkling of our own
as if it were an alien race, remote and hostile,
and heaven for some interstellar scapegoat
to blame it all on.
Searching for a template that aligns feeling
with knowing without adjudication and freedom
to misinterpret the whole collage.
…my eyes flutter open in new harmony.
…my breathing stops and starts in gossamer
cadence. A warm, ginseng glow inches across
the morning as church bells chime mutely
in the distance.
ky li
1.2.16/8:45am
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