Listening At Full Capacity

I can still smell the smoke

Clinging

To the black holes digging their fingers

Into the mountains and valleys

Of my dark denim jacket

And it's too easy to spend time wondering

If I caught any moonlight there too.

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The sky was bleeding last night,

Leaking

Pretty blue rays that turned white

The further my shooting star car

Carried me away from the city lights

And the delicate whispers

Of suburbia falling asleep.

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I stayed up with the moon,

Listening to lunar secrets at full capacity,

Ears shoved into the wind

And eyelashes glued open.

The trees hugged close to the road,

Dipping their fingers into my elated screams

And drew them to their roots for the long winter.

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The chill crept in and soon I was

Crying

Into the open air of a free night.

The childhood dreams welled inside my chest

Until they spilled out the corners of my eyes,

Looking startlingly like moonlight.

The moon had descended

And landed inside of me

Because I was listening at full capacity.

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Silver Serpent Books

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