an open glade; allow
the ghosts of time to invade
your circle of its sky.
Buildings hedge you round
like sentinels.
Nurtured and anonymous;
you’re almost safe.
And after dark, there is no darkness here.
The diamond lights itself internally.
Dreams and shadows put on a show.
You walk a broad way
among mortal stars so close
you might almost think them real.
Diamonds are facetious.
They are carbon like all of us.
See the place
where black dust fell:
a reverberating avalanche
at the stone heart of her
flaws.
A canker at the Apple’s core.
Consumed.
Consummated.
Never imagined you would love her so.
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