And so a tear is like

a fear liquefied

into tangibility.

A potent potable

with the ability

to meld fragilities

into rhyme,

Where they can belong

to a greater structure -

a song of meaning,

a cluster


for salt-water cleaning

and reconstructed

into itself,

but bigger.

Somber lights

advise the avenues

to never move,

to stay receptors

to their luminescence,

so their shine

may never come unglued

and aimless

lest they expose

the root of roots,

the reason for their cries.

Cause the blaze of white

might all go out

at that point,

and someone's gonna die.

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