Threnody - Writers Block Poetry Contest Week 1

Threnody

by the light of
    my body,
    my fear

opening the heart
to the unseen world,

    laid out as
    puzzle pieces
        or still life
    anesthesia

wine adorning
    the brow of
the chosen, one
rotting    apple

a dropped needle,
    the abandoned
    monophony,

    phonographs
running in circles -

    a parking lot,
    a palace, the
domestication of
shoe laces and
a place to call,
        home.

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_{divine virus and you,
    a distant star.}

_{written for @jessandthesea's The Writer's Block Poetry Contest
image was taken in a church in Berlin and is my own.}