February 21, 2022

The Play We Blaze (Broken Sonnet)

The place

As in the sound and the color of it

The sight of it all vs. the names of things

The precious plenty battle and the Sun somethings on

Several stations cut from several cloths

So many pieces all around as many ways

As many sons and as many daughters

As days and nights

As seasons

As regrets

The nights are getting shorter but we still need so much more rest

We wrap the body

We name the night

We carry all of our things with us, every one sparkling