Revolution

Formidable you
Roaming, falling, burning,
Dying as you live and
Desperate

Stand tall in the frame of
my door
and the blue of your eyes
Fools me
like the space of the skies

Frames vanish
hollows fill
and I’ve never gazed so long into what I cannot touch
and I’ve never held so near what blinded me.

But night falls
like burning stars
and eyes close
like turning doors.

–dkp

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