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night·hawk (n.) : a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night - an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future - that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside the window, waiting for you to finish your coffee, passing the time by quietly building a nest.
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he's a bright beam of light
like those blinding fireworks
exploding in the night sky
ethereal, yet fleeting
before someone
can even grasp his beauty,
he's already gone
in a blink of an eye
he's a conundrum of puzzle pieces
needed to be put together
for him to show
the image he holds
he's a numbered lock
no one can decipher his codes
unless he willingly gave it away
or annihilate him to figure out
he's a kaleidoscope
fragments of colored glass shards
a source of an eminent beauty
also the cause of astounding ache
and i'm a sunken chest
lost, can never be found
just like a shipwreck who fought
until lying soundly on the ocean ground.
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YOU ARE READING
Fragmented
Poetry"Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces."
