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yellow light, yellow like daybreak, butter, burnt ochre— paint caked on the end of the tube. rich velvet sky beyond broken shades, eternal fireflies gleaming radiant above the stratosphere eyelids droop and pages turn quiet like wind outside or cricket song or low-level buzz of the noise machine there is nothing else so silent as the midnight hour
the “should have” may beckon you but I pray to you, turn away. for even if it glitters prismatic under the light when tilted the “would you” sneaks in from the shadows if you fall from that rabbit hole that blade of possibility will become your undoing splitting every hair into infinite halves turn away love or the silence that burnt my tongue will soon match yours temper that boils over and logic that melts at a single touch i may have carried the world but now you hold it like it is nothing and I pray to you turn away before the “could i” creeps from underneath the crust and four and twenty blackbirds nest in our hearts somewhere a bell tolls and somewhere else, vengeance is ours but yet not in this universe, for the reckoning has not yet trickled down and the cracks in the stone below that waterfall have not yet grown to let more than droplets pass so until that day comes turn away for we will try to hear you but over the roar of the boiling water and through the clamorous birdsong in our souls there can only be pain turn away and let the light trickle in with the water