A.A. VINCENT poetry
THE HOURS YOU MISSED you ever notice how certain nighttimes love themselves / loud like a crescendo that splits the air in half notes? / how the atoms in your walls reverberate with the grace of glass murals left on the sidewalk / another night & bottles of music are flowing end over end / crouched in the sorrow-cracks the sun missed? / you ever notice how particular lights spark off bus wheels in early morning? something so innocuous / the simple doing the splitting wide against rubber that burns / incense on an altar of eastward days you ever notice how the day throws its mouth open / lets itself, lets its glory, out the house to greet you? / so full of its only body so full of its only voice / how bright it is in its own soil / everything sings different when the engine homilies into gear / you hear yourself
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