I see a truth, an impossibility of breath and flesh, that the earth can’t harness, the universe can’t fathom…this very life and blood untamable, fashioned out of a supercell building and stacking decades deep… I bare witness to the silhouette of the new moon backlit by stars, the rare glow of a shadow superseding it’s full counterpart…I grow mesmerized by the umbra of eclipse, as the sun’s white light serves as an alchemist’s proof, gold will remain inferior to the bronze of a warrior’s armor, the stain of battle worn leather…I baptize the hue of a nocturne, echoing off rocks lit in solar melt, as the chaos of a moth’s wings, spawns devils upon the flames of a ceremonial fire…and yet, I fail, each of my words, my every attempt, at properly constructing, encapsulating, that which defines, the immortal shade of forbidding eyes…
E.A. O'Connell. November 2018
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