In Repair

shards of my eyelid
this is how they reattach:
      someone listens in the corner
the corner listens harder

it was the last time the stars spoke
before the surface of the air became an ocean
            and far below
      the graphite is a satellite

when there was waking in its purest form
            I tried to make the room a boat
to ride out the tide

hand over mouth over
            hands that tear apart
      any fabric in between

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About QuietMonolith

I was just a mild mannered young man living in Portland, OR, until one day....POOF! I turned into a crazy, nefarious, thieving, drug-crazed lunatic. I had lots of therapy and spent many months in hospitals and treatment facilities. Eventually, at the end of my rope, I decided to change everything. With the support of my family and friends, I have embarked on a quest to achieve optimum wellness. I am making radical changes in every part of my life, and in the way I approach the world in which I live. Follow my blog, The Wellness Quest, to experience what happens when a desperate addict takes hold of his destiny and devotes all his time and energy toward making a full recovery. I am also a writer and poet. Follow my blog, What We Left Behind in Crowded Rooms, to take a look at some of my recent poems.
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