The sky glitters, but not every light can keep you alive. This poem moves from wonder to holy hunger, stripping beauty down to what actually feeds the soul. Read the full piece if you’ve ever felt dazzled and still empty.
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:aperture: jaw tight. breath — held. a hinge remembers its rust. loosening. flash — of shoulder where impact once nested. doorframe trembles. chain-lock sighs. widening. a flinch misread — was always the lens attempting more light. the scar a seam: not failure. just bloom undone in reverse. unfolding. let your jaw hang a little. don’t explain. softening. bruise under petal: still the iris opens even now in glare. resting.
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