When nights collide

Wedged frames skate over,

I feel hard and small

My knees are nickels

Filled with the lord’s song,

Travelling eastward,

Never mind their laughter

Never mind their eyes

I’d seen maddening meteors

Fiercely roam,

Her spirit restless

Bitten by fanatics

Suicidal proclivity

Never mind their things

Never mind their gaze

Colliding night,

Her east wind in mine

I’m compelled

I rummage, I thirst for her disposition

Never mind “Olbers Paradox”

Never mind their infinite sight

Tonight’s full of splendid-darkness

She is a world of spiraling galaxies,

When night collides

© Kristina Neal Mosley

Excerpt from the book Saltwater on My Knees

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About the Author

Kristina Mosley: An Advocate for Women’s rights. Mother of three children, Holding an B.A in Mental Health, from Wilberforce University and Master of Jurisprudence from Widener University School of law, Health law M.J.

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