Seth Jani 
Spring 2016

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Horses

The oneironaut unhinges a door
In his brain’s strangest precincts.
An emission of blue light
Catapults through his mind
And he awakes with the face of god
Etched into his eyelids.
No one will believe there
Are waterfalls from another world
That submerge his heart in sleep,
That there are birds
With stained-glass plumes
Singing in his pupils.
The horses of his quietest secrets
Roam the darkened field
And not only do they really exist
But he leads them, night after night,
To stables of honey and gold.

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The Hungers

The decay might as well
Be a good sunset.
Let the cars wreck themselves,
The bodies bloom into terrible
Opals of blood.

And who couldn’t love
The momentous hungers?

They consume for
Raw consumption,
For the taste of hearts
And minerals,
For no other reason
Than the world is made
Of intact, yet breakable bones.

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Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven Circle Press (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has been published widely in such places as The Coe Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review, Gingerbread House and Gravel. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com.