Aurora Magazine 2018

Falling in Line Out of Sync

J I L L J E F F R I E S

In the glowing rays of a morning sun We weep sandpaper tears on unburnished cheeks Droplets of lost love fall from a chin now porcelain While others greet the new day with unfounded hate The complications of a life uncharted Or perhaps the loss of their heavenly icon Hopes of healing by a rite of fire Amid flames that freeze a mind seeking Answers searched for in a book of blank pages Trying to better understand the story Though it has yet to be written Blue ink on a forearm, sketch the subtle lines of angst Musings design a perfect life, fearful of being baited By a tongue that’s vapid and vile with words That through ages summon myths abided Reignited by a Mother Earth enraged A dust storm choking off all thoughts sensible

Misguided by needs for acceptance Utter disregard for the underlying text Of praise that a closed mind will never hear

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