the notion gave like a
immolated dandelion's spark
in the blue traffic lightand the car kneeled over me
as i prayed to the metric tons
of asphalt
it stole my eye; curdled its milk with
a drop of
earthblooda brew evaporates into
headlights&sidewalk chalk
it is
doneconsecrated
i lay supine
carved up under the intersection
where it can be felt
no longer
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Poetrya philosophical midnight pilgrimage through elusive facets of feeling & healing