Our Truths

We engrave lines,
Burnishing images onto
Colossal wooden planks;
Chunks that came from
Deep cut depressions;
Screws drilled in forcefully
Without bits to create holes;
Splintered fissures of
Mistakes filled in
With glue infused
Sawdust;
Rotating dowels into
Blank blocks spaced out
From the base to hover;
Designs carved into
Vast endings, unseen;
Chips colligate into
Whorls of ecliptical arrays
Building minute blossoms,
Reaching into places
Where our hands
Shouldn’t be able
To reach.

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Broken Promises

Miniscule orbs illuminated in subtle glows
Float towards cloudless cerulean skies
As plum blossom petals loftily distract her zigzagging eyes
In absorbing trances of mesmerizing perspectival glances.

Steadily, she places her hands on the hilt,
Bracing her legs to make the next leap
In the labyrinthine curves of tilted mounds
Where mice would swerve and sulk past her feet.

She pauses, images of misstepped darkness
Blinds in olive, sorrowfully fading inside
Abysmal medicinal remedies of impossibilities
Successionally staring in rotations, blankly.