We Are...

We are...

space in
between the
stars;

darkness that matters.

The night
sky hugging
the moon;
black
butterflies
dying too soon.

An
onyx dream
bleeding all over
alabaster
nightmares;

obsidian
that slightly
cracks;
the
memories
of scars on
ancestors backs.

Coal
birthing diamonds;
blackboards rebelling
against chalk;
ravens slick and
beguiling;

coolness reminiscent
of A Man Called
Hawk.



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