Chairoscuro
danse en spirale

a match flares
breaching the dark blur of bones
two sea-black eyes shimmering
inside of the crackling rain
I've forgotten my way back
the way gravediggers
forget the colors of autumn sky
after the death-sweetened rain
falls through the world
you've abandoned the places
& unraveled from the language
darkly fluent & carved into your cheek
the tripwire of a mind neglecting
a body's sin of living
all my life she's been near me
though I can say nothing about her
she makes only the sound of water leaving
a moment is all that
remains of her words
the empty rooms
the broken glass
the dead birds
a charred wing-bone
rolling between her fingers
the ignition of lust
on a wild plum twig
& I
I become the stone lamp
I'm guiding myself back
watching the wildfires
neglect what burns
About the Creator
Timothy James Lane
Sea Ghost


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