Bright Scars

November 21, 2013
All my constellations—
Every single one—
They burst from fiery borders
Into dazzling, into song
Each night of gazing—
Neck aching—
And drumbeats in warm veins—
Cannot compare to this second
To freckles forming constellations
Scars where lines are drawn
This starry sky
cannot be contained
Death now and sweetness endures
Pain shall form a shallow lamp
Just the lights, and the sight—
Duteously bracing
My leave

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