Richard Siken.
From "Visible World" published in his book Crush.
"Then dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like/twigs."
"The light is no mystery/the mystery is that there is something to keep the light/from passing/through."
I cannot get over these lines.
"Then dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs."
"The mystery is that there is something to keep the light/from passing/through."
This is what poetry looks like.
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