I think the world
must be a hollow longing
filled with more of itself—
but no, darkness is a substance
that bends. I will oil and burn
my hands for light
before I stop searching.

Sara Eliza Johnson, “The Dream of Water,” from Bone Map (via bostonpoetryslam)
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❛ I AM SICK WITH THIS DESPERATE FURY  –––  about.❛ THIS IS THE SILENCE OF ASTOUNDED SOULS   –––  words.