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I sing a lot in my poems. It helps to set the mood I'm going for and sometimes even sets the scene for the listener/reader. This poem is a definition poem about death. When you are in love, the end of things seems like its far, far away from wherever you could possibly be.

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The Eclipse

the child who falls
head over heels

falls and
falls and

falls

*

When in love
it is as if the eclipse
is a concept, not a concrete

like death. It is a thought
ignored or a thought that remains
un-rendered in the innocent eye,
at least for a time.

For the young
there is no such thing as an eclipse
or an erosion of the connect
or the dissipation of a body
or the annihilation of an osculation.

When in love,
these things do not exist.

*
An obscured thing
hangs hollow above
those of us who have loved
and who are left.

It hangs, an echo
as though there is only
the vestige of a voice
in the arrested body.

As though
there has been a breach
of the once erect soul,
of the ancestral octave once evoked
during ceremonial séances every evening.

This thing, it shakes
shudders and stills
at least for a moment.

*
When in love,
there is only a solidifying design
of two edges
currently confirmed connected.

There are two separate wails that erupt;
suddenly caustic to the vintage veil
of an Always or a Forever.

There are two suspicious riots
that slam into an antidote

and they reverberate, arrogant,
as if these ruptures alone
were the first ever
in an eon.

As if these forms
could somehow fire-cloud
the sun itself with their evolutions.

As if the eclipse
were simply some noose
once wrapped around the Ageless
and not their tongues.

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from Rough Patch: 1985 -2012, released July 16, 2012

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Faylita Hicks San Marcos, Texas

Faylita Hicks (pronouns: she/her/they) is a black queer writer and the Editor of Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review. A 2019 LAMBA Lit Fellow, she was a finalist in the 2018 PEN American Writing for Justice Fellowship, the 2018 Cosmonauts Avenue Annual Poetry Prize and Palette Poetry’s 2019 Spotlight Award. Her debut book, HoodWitch, is forthcoming October 2019 with Acre Books. ... more

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