Skeleton SisterA Poem by E.M. LevThere’s a depth to his shadow, and determination in the orange glow that dims to a sputter every third street light. I remember how the speed takes the power, and I remember how the sun makes my skin ache and I remember how this walk makes my heart ache. I remember why I run. There’s a death inside the people, who take to the night alongside me. It’s the kind of condition And I know, they walk to remember that the speed takes the power and my soul resents the burden. There’s the man, who stays in the light always, he tells the moths of his shadow in the painterly lines of black in the illuminated dew. And as a man who stays in the light always, He, who knows not darkness She, who knows the darkness is a straight line Her, who dreams nearly never despite, Her, who’s lost outside home, And she, as a skeleton sister, who knows the darkness as a straight line, Remembers the light, So she can remember how her skin ached She remembers the walk and the speed and the man And the light, how it stung her eyes. © 2011 E.M. LevFeatured Review
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Added on June 5, 2011Last Updated on June 6, 2011 AuthorE.M. LevGAAboutPhotography. Last.Fm I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime, I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy, My people were fair and had sky in their hair, Bu.. more..Writing
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