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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4123 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Room Sunlight Does Not Dream Of Treezaa (T. E. Ballard) Sunlight never finds the bottom of the glass or the word left unsaid. A cry without sound when a mouth is an empty bird waiting to be fed. Day cannot touch the last thought or the first, the one moment when you are nothing, not expectation or desire. You are dust falling through windows neither beautiful nor important, simply something passing in this space between dark and light. I have forgotten the need to dream in color. Give me the milk teeth of a child, the hundred shades of red. Inside a blue casket the sun does not remember her name. Tell me a hundred colors for light in a dark room. In sleep my daughter curls her body like a moon, her spine resting on the sky of a bed. She will not remember this room in dreams only the shadow of bars holding her in. |
