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We’ve spent pennies

and dimes on the sun,

an angel to sweep in and

block out the bleak black

corners of the world

Light floods through a fourth dimension,

through the walls and the storms,

broken by table legs and coffee cups,

pieces laid out next to shadows

like a storybook on a card table

Somebody tell me a tale

of how white fills the skies,

clashes with sunlight and

pushes the emptiness

right out of my head and my hands

Somebody write me a story

of the breeze blending with

yellow lines and tire marks

as I breathe in and capture

everything I’m supposed to be

Shards and sparks

fill me with rhythm and

I’m searching, building castles,

cutting corners to

reach the sun again