contritions of the phoenix zine june, 2016-updated | Page 14

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Oblivious.

Wandering eyes find

places to light

unnoticed... mostly.

Waking up,

bathing in adoration,

lapping up the

still/indifferent/distance/ravenous.

But the rush

comes fast,

goes quicker.

In place,

love-sick(er).

Gushing,

sans filter,

chafes the raw

long hidden truths

hanging unrequited,

surprised at themselves.

I saw the purge coming,

having long created

indifferent spaces,

coaxing vulnerability,

clearing the room.

Freedom allows loyalty,

filling caverns of doubt

crossing seas of need.

Truly free.

I see

with eyes unopened.

Post- delivered premonitions.

Odd-eye-out.

Mourning lifted veils

dancing in Jazz funerals.