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SublimeMy eyes are in full wonder starring down the great hill to the gleaming night sky poured at its feet. The city is alive and miraculous tonight. Lights twinkle, dimming and strengthening their glow in a sort of morse cose with the stars above. They laugh at jokes only they can understand; the ethereal and the human.When the skies cry as the Earth aches, Gaia collects those countless tears, soaking them into herself and soothes the sky to sleep, promising she will not suffer, not forever. Gently the land returns dew drops and lake tops to be spilled another night, but not tonight. She has not seen her final weeping. This is not our Utopia.I scan the visage of the large city laid out like spilled jewels on a black table top; neatly arranged and placed with precision and care. Each shining fragment, each burning ember on the surface of the dark sea is a home, is a family, is a life, is a man.Car dealerships sli
CShes perfectShes not mine, but shes perfect.She scrunches her nose and looks at her teethSmoothes the skin of her flushed cheeksFingers stray hairs back into place andChecks both sides of her face before dipping downInto the basin of cool water. It drips from her chinFrom her lipsAnd I want to catch those crystal jewelsIn a cup and drink themAnd drink them from her lips.Shes perfect.My heart beats and makes the mirrors quakeI watch her preparing for bedCascading jewelry onto the desktopRummaging through sock drawersI wonder if she noticesMy open eyes catching her curvesThrough dark shadows and eyelashes.She slips one silken and sun kissed legBeneath blue bed sheetsDusts out the wrinkles of a blanketAnd tucks the other leg into place.Deep breaths and shes gone.I lie in stillness, watching her rise and fallCurls of hair tumble down the pillowcaseI dont sleep tonight.Shes perfect.-OleanderChardonai, Nov 15,