Forgetting beauty, will break you in half with <br />the right look, like light cauterizing darkness <br /> <br />and spinning my soul like a top on mirrors <br />that sob away in pockets of time. And if i had <br /> <br />only the courage to crawl out of her eyes <br />dreaming, maybe remembering the stars are <br /> <br />above billions of lovers; Billions like the sound <br />of purple was invented by love: Because of <br /> <br />what is happening. The earth has rolled her <br />shirt into a little pillow like a good, unknown <br /> <br />poet. Happy that she can rest comfortably after <br />rolling joints by the thousands. The fact that <br /> <br />the sky could rip an abyss to be carried along <br />by anyone; To be torn into pieces and have a <br /> <br />compass that actually can grab hold of the <br />silence. Actually smothered by what the sky <br /> <br />smoothes out, and what this dream thinks <br />about your soul, and the great rose that won't <br /> <br />sleep: That forest i saw in your eyes, that let's <br />me paint the night and its silver entrails backwards.<br /><br />gregory collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-sky-smoothes-out/
