Rifts and Sky Dust

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Contributor: Taylor Gibbs

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A spray of dust
that falls from stars.
That leaps
and swirls off your tongue,
has blinded eyes,
to your guise, ruses
from your lungs.
A blindfold grown of cataracts;
visions blurred of
crawling cracks,
inch-ing along the walk,
opens up Marianas, like a diner,
free for all, drop in -
The way my stomach plunges off a pier
when I see you again.

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My name is Taylor, I live in Mississauga Ontario. I love to read and write poetry and what I call the "Sensitive Macabre." I am set to have a few poems published in the Wilderness House Literary Review, and I am self-published.


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