Previously Published on Amulet . . .

The Edges of Matter

I want to be

more

than this ghost of myself.

I want to wander

beyond your eyes.

I want to open doors and windows

in your brain.

I want to fee you

every version of sun.

Every shadow of rain.

You need to see the colors.

To be.

But I am blind.

So I need you

to believe.

In the life

of my fist.

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