Rara Avis

That emerald you excavated under the backyard magnolia-

Did it merit well?

Enshrined Lilywhite Sessions CD in a dirty bin on Third St.-

What were you digging for?

Sanctum glare of the Blood Moon-

Did it alter your projection?

Fracture a wishbone into a lofty half-

A velleity. Why do we keep wishing for “world peace”?

Cryptic- an egg harboring two ochre yolks-

Did your future ever prevail?

Twenty - Dollars sandwiched between greasy SEPTA seats-

Was it panacea?

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Abundance of frugal chaos;

the tempests,

Lobotomized ideas.

Joy-and-pain,

Poignant experiences.

The truest rarity-

comes with their absence.

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The moments inherited from,

Lack of moments;

-the ones deficient in expression.

The time you sat on our hand knotted afghan;

your gaze drew a blank.

Eyes when closed,

Flashed vivid lightening-

Indigo then black,

Then, blue again,

They rolled beneath venous eyelids.

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Beastly posture;

Sinking between spaces in floorboards.

Blank space-

Constituent; in nature.

Mindlessness,

-resolved the fastidious,

And revolving production deep within;

your shattered head.

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Your contrived breath became effortless;

Thoughts ferried away on them.

-carved,

-gilded,

-benumbed,

Spirited…

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And these moments are scarce,

Too ephemeral to be calculable;

Fleeting too soon,

Requiring perfection.

Its intangible-

the things that truly are rare.