Rudiments

I am
Black wood bent under black stone
Thoughts of shore-shell and kicked sand
Harried by a sharpened hand
One wish short of a wishbone

I am
Closer than the stars to night
A stream breathing turpentine
Often a knot in the vine
The first death of the last light

I am
One word stretching over time
A drum beat preserved in glass
This thin wind shaving the grass
That mutter of mangled rhyme

I am
Ash falling across skinned meat
As blunt as a bloody snow
A harp string tricked to a bow
Other shoes on other feet

I am
An affordable taboo
A headache without a head
Still better if left unsaid
Honest as all burning blue

And what is not me is you



Credits
Writer(s): Bleach For The Stars
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