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Celestial Passing MAG

November 11, 2014
By SunVi SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
SunVi SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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Up high, ascending even above the sun rays
That bounce off cumulus clouds on
A crisp, Spanish blue paper
Lies a domain in which you would never see
Shards of broken beer bottles
Or burnt-out cigarettes
Just a golden avenue made complete with symmetry
Those are the tales from my grandmother’s mouth
About this empyrean place where no fangs
Could ever bite into the flesh of a lamb again.

I stopped believing in heaven when
You ended up tossing me into the dumpster
As if I were your compost heap.
Actually, I was the trash bag,
Tearing up and overfilled with
The street litter inside.
The silence you gave me
Bit harder than any words you could utter
The teeth dug deep into skin that
Lacked real empathy, as if you were
Splashing the stark colors of blue and black
On a pale canvas.

Continuously, after the feeling had melted away,
I just wanted to turn the accursed ticks
Counter-clockwise
Now I’m staring at a clear night sky
Stars even turning their backs
To the slow, cold fingers
Climbing up a smudged window in deep thought

I watch the last remnants
Of heaven blink out like
A dying star.



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