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• Injection
  by apchristopher
  February 25, 2021

  So, there with an elixir
  Made of all that couldn’t mix
  A vial full of colors so bereft of any picture
  That I’d painted or beheld
  Or in dependency compelled
  To be liniment was nothing but a fix
  
  And shaking it to cause it to appear
  As though it could combine all the opaque and all the clear
  To merge into a serum that my blood could thus adhere
  But by the time the needle drew single, solitary drop the mixture that should be would disappear
  
  By slowest calculation
  Of the many moving parts
  Constituent ingredients
  Arranged by separation
  Like the chambers and the valves of any heart
  They offered no obedience
  Within the circulation
  Of the sanguinary circuits that I tried, but couldn’t chart
  
  So passing any passiveness of pointed introspection
  And seeing in a mirror made of mercury, reflections
  That made me wonder why I cared to prove a safe connection
  When in truth it wasn’t truth that I was hoping to behold from the injection

• Unfurling
  by apchristopher
  February 24, 2021

  Could I become the reason why
  There’s something more to wake and choose to find
  With fingers curling slowly on a blade that none could pry
  …are reasons really good enough to sever or to justify the bind?
  
  I wonder, all the same,
  If it was shame or just a name
  Or just an answer that I needed
  So that something fully realized could shield me from the blame as I retreated
  
  Believing, there in diffidence,
  Were isolated islands in an ocean made of beads
  And there, within a sky I knew was painted cold in insolence
  …I tried to be the reason I continued drawing breath through broken reeds
  
  Peculiar, in a sense,
  That each lament was mere pretense
  And that, with fingers slowly curling
  ’round the blade I feared to hold, I simply called it self-defense instead of calling it reality unfurling

• Culprit
  by apchristopher
  February 21, 2021

  I take those imperfections and I tuck them all away
  I file them succinctly under letters labeled Z through A
  I put in little pictures, annotations to relay
  The reason that they’re there as if to measure some dimension of decay

  And organizing every bit of failure that I find
  I tell myself it’s like a map to places where I’m surely blind
  And labeling the evidence I carefully designed
  I casually connect the dots and hope that it’s a path to peace of mind

  I put the frailest fragments like they’re pins upon a board
  And stretch a length of yarn between them all in search new reward
  As if, there in the middle, I can find the real discord
  The poison underneath so that an antidote I’m finally moving toward

  I take all of the answers and I file them, you see
  In folders, alphabetically arranged, I labeled A to Z
  I put in new addendums, black and white photography
  That always seem to show that there’s an answer there, below,
  But it’s hazy and just maybe I’m a little more than crazy
  But sometimes I think the culprit that I see is merely me

• Returned
  by apchristopher
  February 12, 2021

  With bags beneath these weary eyes
  And memories of dead end skies
  Where not a cloud was ever far from view
  How was it greetings led us to a desolate adieu?

  And waking with your phantom lost
  To circumstances and their cost
  Where what I had to pay I never thought
  Nor did I ever wonder what it was I should’ve bought

  Instead of what I chose to choose
  By giving what I lost to lose
  As if a ring I fitted in a dream
  While hoping it would rest upon the finger of a queen

  A copper crown I put to flame
  As if it were an absent name
  But even then the emeralds never burned
  And so I chose to see it as an omen for a heart to be returned

• Turbulence
  by apchristopher
  February 12, 2021

  The pin dropped
  And then stopped
  Circles made of sound were flattened low
  Joining “can’t” to words of “have to know”

  And sound rose
  Around those
  Travesties of tenuous regard
  Turning tender tenebrous and charred

  The chime brings
  Divine wings
  Chapters set in books not fully penned
  Merging “I mistook” with “duly tend”

  But set low
  Was threat, so
  Tapestries of every spurned offense
  Carried far away in burned dispense
  And when the pin no longer made a sound
  The only thing it left was turbulence