This day, I wear as a glove
to evening, but nothing else
naked shelves devour self
stuff pouring out of books
breathing into me like power
ready as best as I can be
My space fills out like a bird
air lilies, lonely children
first born - I'm scared and in bent sticks
Yet, I smell the fragrance of candles, on its knees
it crawls to me
lingering from nostrils to ears
from air tight to fire tight in the sky
all of me, off the ground
and jumping real
These sunsets and days peel and pile into my vacancy
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