And can't have it all,
It pouts in ways that are destructive.
The sky broods. It's brows knit
And thicken til the sun can't shine.
And then from somewhere unimaginable
To the heart of man,
Barely perceptible specks of dust,
Much like a grain of sand stuck
In an oysters craw,
Form giant pearls of hail,
And the maelstrom hits.
When the night lacks
And wants,
The stars stream hot tears
Down a dark face
That distill into chilled diamonds
Slung on the morning grass
Like dew.
I just eat cookies.
-jenn
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