reMISSion

Curious fury accompanied by
the tang of brittle dried pine sap.
When is neglect best?
Whispering cackle of winding leaves-
wherever did she grow?
Such sweet music, the eery
struggle with a violin string:
the key also winds.
Milkweed washes over like
soothing breakers in a sea
that cannot keep its promises.

Still lingering,
flies trapped in amber-
if I sting, I am as she grieves.
Chew- my teeth, your gums;
no baby would tell me. No God.
This stasis substantiates sorrow,
she said by her silence,
solemn in the kneedeep leaves.
Dry brittle shards scratch our beliefs
into such intricate griefs...

poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
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