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ascension
the pain of my eyes
acknowledge the light she radiates and
lingers like a lone
piano chord
plucked from fingers stiff and crooked
so my eyes slip down like steep
rooftops
spiral down in a brick red fading
to colorless concrete
i bleed perception
of a protagonist by definition i fail.
ascension.
the pastel sidewalk sky fails
often i speak of indiscernible
infinities beyond the last train station
spilling * *ss*s*sssssssstars
across the cosmic black crayola colored in
a boundless
crescent pattern of belief
beyond present states of question
i've got all the time in the world to follow the monolithic
dreams i've strained to remember trained to forget
from an astral acquaintance i find
revelation
below a centennial sacred system called belief
i am
stretching. past a solar outline
drawn in like a body
then colored outside the lines like children
staring up at spiderwebs
unseeing eyes pass the vagueness that
shapes every note transmitted
from antennae
pointing to god
-By Andrew Peterson
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