Let us for a moment call this pain by other words

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DOMINIK PARISIEN

 
 

Ask, How many roses does the hammer weigh         

when it bears down on your skull?             

 

Does the sword seem toothed like a toddler's smile

or sharp as your first ice skates?

 

On a scale of anglerfish to northern lights

how bright are the flashes in your head?

 

When I touch this, here, which constellations

light the sky behind your eyes?

 

Would you say that pulsing is the flicker of a satellite

or the stubborn heartbeat of a newborn chick?

 

Ask, Can we for a moment make of beauty 

the measure of our pain? and I will answer.