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still life
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Astronomical Poetry sometime ago
it was said
things forbidden have a secret charm
lost passions where there maybe some harm
attention wavers
needing a rest
before the fix
bathed in the silver moonlight
as we distance ourselves from some unwanted episodes
our lost ghost finds us
we try to hide beneath the covers
looming sunsets become self- portraits too
leaning so, on the fading light
surprised at the speed
of days sliding beneath reflection
or as rain in a cloudburst
with a clap of thunder
and the shock lightning to close
each drop an excuse cloned
from cries in the water,
weeping beneath the sea
we hardly guess from the rogue waves ahead
carried and caught in the undertow
noting the swiftness of trying to catch ones breath
like a momentary death
as if the thunder
is a flash of reason,
so it is,
that this is
still life
it is what it is
it is a feast
and we eat with our eyes
until they bulge
hunger day in and day out
where dying can be an art form
this reality
in black and white,
colorfully translated
that is why we always try to find that feeling again
from some secret charm no matter the harm
