Absorption and a Remedy
By Lukas Andrew Bryson
I had an ache that shook my crown
It threw me over rocks
And bricks
And houses
With peaks so tall
I could not see them over
But climbing is too much devotion
Toes bruising
Fingers bleeding
Stayed
Starved
Mouth speaking but just never making sense
Small sunlight dancing on the table tops
And people pleased
They drank away their sleep
For years
Pinks and leaves
The stripes of color
Smiled but hiding pain
They let it burn into their memory
And then disappeared
Far away
Unseen tears fall hardest
Knowing everything they lost
To the serpentine reception
Ever-present in this weary
Self-indulgent world
But as often is the thankful case
This sadness faded in the stream
And washed into an ocean
Read his interview at https://aeafanzine.blogspot.com/2019/02/poet-interview-lukas-bryson-by-dave.html. -DW
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