Maerhys (maerhys) wrote in words_end_here,

Visible World – Richard Siken


          Sunlight pouring across your skin, your shadow
                                                                       flat on the wall.
                The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.
    You had not expected this,
                        the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light
                                                        pummeling you in a stream of fists.
          You raised your hand to your face as if
                        to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light
    streamed straight to the bone,
               as if you were the small room closed in glass
                                              with every speck of dust illuminated.
               The light is no mystery,
    the mystery is that there is something to keep the light
                                                                                from passing through.

    Richard Siken
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