Between beneath behind the cracks
darkness climbs that place where memories hide
muted and bound.
You wonder if light is God’s breath,
filtering its way through cracks
where writhing piles of snakes seek warmth.
Or is that just hope listening to light?
Your musty memory molts
leaving a trail of grey papery pods
unbound and fluttering.
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poetry by nicolas ryan brown.
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I love light listening to hope.
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