dark sun

dark sun
for a fallen poet

dark sun
dark tree in a grey sun

those left
shall not know
how dark the
sun that rose
for you
how night
sat in stone
on the day
and love
cut its
vein

we cannot
cross that
darkness
the spot
in view
that grew
to an ocean
for you

any thoughts
of understanding
just wandering
leaves before
a mighty wind
primed to scatter
the lake blurred
with tears

and were we
so numb to
the fineness of
your pain that
crushed on the
nerve to live
turned it
otherwise?

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An undecorated reading of the poem

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