Crystal Korzinsky Chambers

Bringing a penumbra on white
like trees on winter snow
my shadow lends the nature
not physical, but seen
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There is a veil I can now see,
It blinds my way
To the place
My heart lies in.
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Mercy, how heaven holds the hopeful at bay
Granting entrance to warblers with pending invitation.
Though holders are less worthy than most;
The golden aura bathes their sins in blinding
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drowned in a pool of violet
the windows pour forth invisible echos
the leaking panes - my decrepit house-
leaking against a flooding ocean.
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Contrary, this mark I make
To write is error, I bid -
Mistake! Keeping on hand a
Feeling, neigh? Give others
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The spirit swims in
shallow beds made
by torrents of tides
whetting rocks, swirled inland.
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I know what madness is.
When I am up and
You are up but to each other down.
When ceiling walls and
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Perched on pads, against
azure velvet swaying
with universal song,
firey saphire brilliance
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Often I wonder when you will
see how ignorant you are
when you try to push your
way over my will
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Where the water marks
Bury our souls in trance
Laying wishes to beds
Sowed in line, never
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This laid new for me.
A moment now gone.

Unblemished by any hand.
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Somewhere between the snow
that blankets fields
surrounding vacant sections
we were put;
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I witnessed a mockingbird one morning,
Warming his cockles in my window's sill,
And when I called his attention
He turned as to fly away,
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When do shades become midnight?

After noises settle and floods
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Oh, Moon! the
glass violet scenting
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'Resort to blindness', she said
The ink still black in her mouth.
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Clouds shade the fields of eternal sunshine;
Grains of skepticism fall from pillars bending -
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The gauntlet strikes a noble pose
striking the ground with great repose.
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Imagine my friend
I'd lost the will, to
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Mine is to see the mist
The fog bending light.
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