Past aside.
Vernal procession
still a horizon away.
Mouth full of questions
where used to be
curses
like shattered glass.
Polarity opposing.
Pupils dilated
to let in this
black and purple sky.
Firmament
covered in bruises,
inflicting the desire
to trade an ego
for an avatar.
Hands reach up
to feel
facial features
worn
like a masquerade.
Peel at the seam
and reveal a smile.
Eyes that can see,
full of tears
for the first time
in a while.
DJR – 2022
