Roddy Williams – The Atheist Poet

in the sun (2012)

when the clouds evaporate to death
things sharpen
like a pencil
under the sun’s circling blade

a dangerous focus
swivels to scalpel a clarity

what clouds survive have crisp edges

shadows paint their boundaries
without masking tape

you are in relief
at these HDR moments

one side of you so keen
it slits my sight
plunges the other into darkness
as if sunlight splites you through
to keep your extremes at bay
till the clouds return

sew you together
with soft needles

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