To Minus Light

rivers of air inside a careless breeze
struck down in the prime material negation of
charged senses in electric countdown dropping to
acid lime vectors
Shape, Color, and Sound looping into
endless dishwasher cycles
clapping ceramic to the floor
striking words into chordless irony praise
for the prose in position ready to draw or defeat
a morose application to the eyes
shadowing pigment
to minus light in grayscale gradients

meaning found through meticulous manicure
striking fingers poised with slipping shoes
flickering dancing figures in blazing kindness
the shame that youth ends far too soon



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