Blind eyes painted
silver for centuries,
ancient method to cleanse–
quartz ground into
antedotes for hardened
hearts out of luck.
We don’t bring bodies,
only ash to pass
to others, smear around
brow and mouth
without incantation,
silent homage
to broken features
we’ve formed… Sun
errupts without our
help, so he still lights
the incense and she
still brings the dagger
to take out any star
that falters, hoping to fall
out of love with you…
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