Drowning In Sunlight/In The Poets Hour

Have I seen

The sunset over

Dunes

Bloody red

Shimmering sands?

I have not touched desert

In any 

Meaningful way

And honestly

I don’t know what that means for me

There are so many

Stories told

Arid nights

A bitter edge to the wind

Kicking up dust

Bleak 

Scorching

Noons

One would drown in all the sunlight 

If you could drown at all

Until

Sunburnt

Exhausted

Vision warped and

Hazy

You find an oasis

Or die trying

And if you die 

The angels come for you

Take your hand and

Whisk you 

Over dunes

Not in any

Meaningful way

It is just the truth

Blunt and honest

As the red sands at sunset

Swirl

And 

The bitter night descends

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I have seen the lights

I realize

Eyes wide against sleep

That it is not me

They blink at

It is each other

Some buried 

Encoded

Version of morse

Longs 

Shorts

Flashes

/// Sparks like

Fireflies

Not that I would 

Know

Yet another thing I

Haven’t seen

And not that it

Matters

In any

Meaningful 

Or

Measurable way

What matters is the

Standing witness

They do not blink for me 

Yet

I am meant to

See

And know

/// In the poets hour

Charmed silence of

The earliest and most

Sleepless

Of morningtimes

It is not for me 

To understand