Krystle Eilen
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Ekstasis
sometimes i have to look away for i’ve had more than enough beauty to take in, and for i would not want to overestimate what is worth of me; i would not want to spoil the heavens by being an undue witness to the sublime; i’m content with the sting, spare me from seeing the divinity too clearly -- why would i refuse to continually relish the taste of ruin? Ode to Rain no word rings truer than the sound of the rain, bringer of life amidst the manifold quiet and sprouting of flower unfamiliar, much like a mother’s womb -- resounding life’s still reverberation like an endless, seamless wind. modest outpour, how shall it be that i, sitting in my room, may return to idyllic shuteye and refuse such dwelling? After Hours the night calls upon a myriad of want -- it’s late but nature is making itself known: the rain is pouring, a frog lets out a croak from its own abyss, and a cult of cicadas sing their synchronous hymn. the silence is making them less alone. Krystle Eilen is a 22-year-old poet who is currently attending university. Her works have been featured in Dipity Literary Magazine and are soon to be published in Hive Avenue Literary Journal. During her spare time, she enjoys reading and making art. |