Let me leach the color from these bricks and stones to paint my ghosts indifferent. Let me take their pale regard for yesterday and trace it over every morning blue and dripping, burning golden red in moments out of darkness, for the lucency of skies exposed is piercing and it’s just too clear and fresh to think it lasts. Compromised by an illusion in between the streaks of sunrise where the moisture isn’t tears and where the flares of light awaken flower petals but conceal tomorrow’s dust, where apparitions washed in breaking clouds and hung on instances of spring deceive me into sleeping through the night. Let me breathe the muted coruscations mortared in cement, paved across the cracks and fissures so to ostracize a day. Let me take advice from stones because I know they’ve colder wisdom.

#Melbourne #Australia

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