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this unruly universe

The howling is relentless, blind,
a glinting hope
spreading like moonlight,
making unexpected things
beautiful—
silence cracks itself in half,
brittle with impatience,
slung over the last moment
made entirely of ghosts,
an old want giving out
underneath the weight
of what it was trying to outrun.

This, too, is a blessing—
but also a trickster,
a heart derailed
by its own desires,
still refusing
lesser dreams,
a drowning girl
turning her back on air,
bending toward hope,
this unruly universe
of mouth and bone.

Here, a name rising on a tongue,
a grey benediction,
the firm grasp of god
raptured, on his knees,
undone by the flick
of maybe, a rosary of yes,
skin aflame
with joy.

Hands, open and empty, reaching
beyond the thick tick
of here, now—
heartbeat by heartbeat,
the world changes, spaces
keening for disarray,
the mess of imperfection,
the full-throated wonder
of unapologetic surrender—
call it destiny,
call it sin.

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  1. January 13, 2018 at 2:26 pm

    I love reading your poetry, its always so thought provoking. And I love your reference to Les Misérables – “No, I’m not 24601.”

    ~ Kit

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