Hidden Chasms, Part One

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they left cuts
Iittle penknife incisions


in the ligature seeming harmless


innocent
cachinnate


fricatives awaken us at night


the tiny hours
leak oxygen


as the chasm sours


your eyes glass
over coffee


glass eyes sunk into oceans


solid and immune
to pressure


the lugubrious rest cure nourishes


the sandstone
where flowers bloom


we dig since we can’t love


our shovels
graze dreams


atrophied our useless limbs


leave them buried
in their holes


over coffee I don’t see you


you no longer
see me


we gaze past each other


into the chasm
and there


discover a new
caliginous love

By Justin A. Burnett

©2018, Silent Motorist Media

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