I too, stole fire.
I, too, waited daily
for the eagle.
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Just one piece of sun.
That’s all I wanted. After all
everything is broken.
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It did not look
like a gift, the devouring
from the inside out.
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Only clay after all.
But we’re more than that.
Ask my liver.
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It never once
looked over its shoulder.
Brown wings blocked the sun.
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I’d almost say
I came to like it. Could you
understand?
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Isn’t it funny
I can’t remember now
the color of the eyes.
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Tonight so full
the moon. It can be so lovely,
emptiness.