Jeremiah Sears

Constructing the
Palace of Night

As rain beat the leaves into splendor
I walked under. Walked and my brain seethed
the silence flawless as I forgot
I seeped out to the air
and the air seeped into me. Like a child in the mud
I collected the slivers that sprang
from thought
as it ground on my eye. I collected a voice
from the crook of the dark
breath to hitch currents of air into stone
a winding stare. As rain struck
constellations in the leaf
dark you made me speak.