SKY BREAKING


    Why do I fear the darkness?


    The shadows that blanket


    and shelve the hard, purple


    moments. I spend so much time


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    looking down and inside


    that the rough and wild ruckus


    of beautiful, incomplete things


    slips through my hands and knowing.


    Embrace the cracks between the bricks.


    Shimmy up the pale green stalks


    until the sky breaks like a song.