The universe shattered
at the sight of my breaking
Trapped in abstract,
Tremors linger in aching
Finding a way back
Lost in the process of making
The stars witness a crack
In my moment of awakening
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Seen by the master,
Broken by the beast,
The taste that comes after
A glorious feast
Dusted for prints,
Recreated my knowing
Took my common sense
Left my innocence showing
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Reading the signs
Chasing your constellations
A likeness of minds
Addicted to the sensations
What more will we find
Depends on our transformation
Keep an eye on the sky
And your hearts observations
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (3)
Broken, not stirred. Blonde. Janes Blonde. But who am I? Only the stars will tell--once upon a shattering. Yeah, I have no idea what I mean, either. But I like your poem.
Beautiful language and very deep. Thank you for sharing. 
Oooo, this was so profound! So beautifully written!