When Darkness is a Light by Diego J. Huerta

there is still gunfire in the form of broken records

replaying inside of my head

i laugh it off for a thousand of years

and a thousand meditations

my silence is the noise of God

the flowers singing parallel to the starlight

loud enough to crash land inside my chest

and i awaken

and i bloom

staring into the muted glass

observing the beauty of it all