Connections

Corpus Callosum

Between night and light -
in fear of day, and
terrified of blindness;
a white worm,
caught between two cultures.

Priest

Holding up a hot heart,
black blade bloody, he
chants the chasm between gods
and men.

Telescope

Focused on a past,
a tube of memories. If
I were out there somewhere,
very distant, I could
focus on the light that
knew your living.

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