I’ll be able to speak tomorrow
of reckoning the beckoning waves
like oblate clouds flaked off by
salmon sunlight glowing arrowheads
in a tide of glinting light
the blades that cut reconciliation
that fold open as wounds of pride
bleeding out violet violence
a turgid spray of self-importance
until night falls stark
and I see beyond my projections
and I must face the cold
and bracing truth of my culpability
we may burn bright but we face
a billion like points of light
staring back inside the night

Published by Miles of Mindfulness

My name is Mike Bragg. I'm a Denver-based cycling enthusiast and a big advocate of mindfulness. I enjoy the outdoors, and I use mindfulness practices to help myself be more present with my adventures. I like to read challenging material, and I have a keen interest in ancient history and natural sciences.

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