In the smoke

Look
listen
forget to move
everything you do
you remove
the good,
the bad,
the ugly too
all of it
in full view
like a flower
the color calls
you watch yourself-
you do no wrong
turn the pages,
form the mobs
burn the bridges
now you move on

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Cosmic clarity

Thrust the pieces into space
the crimson cords of transference
the process of the fluid breathe
the connection to our hearts
and yet
the stars burn bright-apart the threads
our bodies cast to cosmic strips
the blue of blood
the pink of flesh
the ultimate show off opulence