morning is resplendent and bright

eyes are saturated with phosphenes

heart cannot reconcile the war inside

little soldiers breathe in the smoke of conflict

lives flickering and blink,

until parenchyma populates laconically sliced veins

there are orphic thoughts in my mind

that cannot pass my lips.

just as the river dwindles down slippery stones,

stars drip down black skies

clouds seep in and out of minds,

the snow coalesced outside the heart

hands aquiver, ephemeral light illuminating eyes

incandescence inciting perspiration

so close we can touch,

but we repel

like antiscians in the resplendent morning