An Autumn’s Rest
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Last night I dreamt
that my feet were blistered.
Pulling off my boots,
along with layers of skin,
but feeling nothing, nonetheless.
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Tomorrow I will dream of us.
My nose will fill with the stench
of rot from fallen leaves,
and I will think of you
feeling nothing, nonetheless.
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I do not know why
my dreams are drawn to darkness.
These nights offer no rest,
but sometimes it’s nice to feel nothing,
nonetheless.
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Ode to the Moon
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To you, my mistress, the Moon,
the illustrious queen of night,
how you’ve made me swoon,
o, fair lady of silver light!
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I spend each hour of the day
pining for your glorious gaze.
No words could ever convey
the ways you set my heart ablaze.
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As time turns to dusk,
our eyes meet, souls become one.
Alas, earth is ‘ever to be brusk,
and as soon as it began, it was done.
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Nae, my love! Do not weep!
Shine bright as the world sleeps,
for the night is yours to be adored.
We shall meet again once more,
when the world is yet spun.
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Love, your eternally burning sun.
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AUDIE D'AMICO is
a writer and visual artist whose work spans poetry,
short fiction, sculpture,
and painting.
Their practice
often expands into fantastical and
exaggerated settings
to explore the full range
of human experience.