Mare Crisium

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


c. 2016

Submitted: August 19, 2018

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You have a musical mind and stilled hands that never knew a note.

They spend their days tracing lines: cracked skin, cracked windowpane–

 

You are blind. They’ve come again. You always let them in, you have no choice–

Your words for rent, your thoughts, their voice, and your mind, your mind–O, Cecilia!

 

They steal your days. They say there was a time when you weren’t this way,

Before you became a negative: an inversion, character development;

 

The author was kind then. That was before the schism. Now, the sickness edges in.

Now, the sea spills forth, filling your mouth and your lungs–the salt on your tongue,

 

The vinegar in your veins. Now the sea pulls back to reveal your shame

And comes again for more of the same. Mar. Mar. Mar.

 

The guiding star of the stark southern sky will drive you

‘Till you wash ashore on the sea strand of a strange land.


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