That Lingers, That Survives

convinced of heaven and earth’s nonexistence,
she resonated with the sun
when she caught the glint of both sides:
tellurian and seraphic
when the spell of habit
quaked with the copper
and transformed the moment before
     the moment,
           and so the moment
                 and so the next.

The broken charm remains the charmed:
the elusion, the loveliness, the blow, the gallantry

so she weeps,
             she yawns,
                     she breathes.

                                         –my daughter, M.E.B.

  

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