“Quartz”
by Gabrielle Faust

Those angels in the dwindling twilight
Turn to strangers with
The brutal caress of dawn,
Leaving traces of residual contemplation
That heaven is merely a perception of
Flesh upon flesh and not the merging
Of minds and souls for those aspects
Of the self are sacred as stone gathered
By my hand at age five,
Pulled from the earth with eager fingers;
Quartz that might have well have been
Gold turn by a fool’s hand to that
Which is worth nothing,
As is this instance
For nothing is worth
Its weight in gold;
For all its weakness why
Would I place my heart within it?

Also new today: My interview on Big Shiny Robot is now live! Thank you to Mark Dago for the interview. I deeply appreciate the exposure. http://www.bigshinyrobot.com/reviews/archives/40134

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