It's Still Life

A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week

The U in Us

When All Was Still

he fought the moon
with his black hair, and black eyes,
like a storm
in his head,
like lightning
scrawling the sky,

and he was heavy
with fallen stars, and singing
songs to tide the sky
with reedy flutes,
and he chiseled mist
into hallow air.

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