Shining

The past is merely wool; used to burnish…
For persons, themselves, to substance furnish.

To shine bright bold brass against recesses.
The surface dance; twixt dives & abscesses.

What sticks when the eyes flash over sight’s host?
It’s a balance held by what lingers most.

Working to understand the past is sage.
Unexamined trauma exacts a wage.

All my life one hand clutched cloth & polish…
To bring out the shine of being demolished.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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