Fool's Gold
By James Penha
QuailBellMagazine.com
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what luster i have amassed,
mining silently my soul
and the poetry breezing
through us,
i want to gleam
in his eyes, but
he picks at the pyrite
i have yet to scrape away
and at the gilt
he hammered
onto me flaking aureate
atop aureate
until i don't know gold
for the pain
of the burnish.
mining silently my soul
and the poetry breezing
through us,
i want to gleam
in his eyes, but
he picks at the pyrite
i have yet to scrape away
and at the gilt
he hammered
onto me flaking aureate
atop aureate
until i don't know gold
for the pain
of the burnish.
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