Ode to your benign
Longevity.
Like a ray that pierced the atmos-
Pheres
And emits
the light
of stars
And stars;
Supernova.
Like light, bright-like light
Shining
When there is no sun –
Your light was piercing
through and through;
Oh upward beam.
Made for us by us.
This, on being benign.
Where there’s more
To tell, there’s more
To know.
Thank you for
Being you.
Two lines that you follow,
Not single file like elementary
School;
Two lines not paths, for
There are many paths one
May follow and can cross.
Two lines where-within
structure meets premise
Meets subtext meets
clause meets
Purpose meets context meets.
Meets muse.
Two lines where-
Within everything met; in
between the
Lines, if you follow.
Plume to ink to sheet
Within two lines you follow.
There is a well I’ve
Known.
A deep grey space that
looks like day old clay
where to
sorrows fled.
I’m sad for sorrow’s sake.
It was deep and grey.
Dwell the well,
Where I fell heavily.
Damp, cold, deep grey
crevasse
Where I
Laughed.
I smiled, as
All the sadness died upward,
Up and Up.
All the way to well,
for sorrows sake.
Doctor
still man
Who took
Me in
Who said
I care
Or so
He
Did
n
‘t
.
People that
You don’t know,
(I.e.) like
“I know you by this many degrees”
Kind of People.
That you met
In your trauma.
The people you met
Before you may have started
Falling from your synthetic
High;
From the smoke and the fire.
From whom your White flag
You.
With whom your White flag
You.
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