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William James Blackford
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Date Posted: 15:47:36 06/21/01 Thu
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If I could….
If only I could
I would hold you above all
I would shed blood in your name
I would cast my shadow to dance for you,
Making the sweetest mockery of myself for all to see
Yet still I sit atop, half sunken within the sun,
your flesh still mine, still embedded, woven into
my patchwork of muscle, mind and marrow
A Sheer Scarf from a Lilliputian in Hell
Toasted shivers ascend within
as from the crackling pale gold campfire,
my spirit melds with the viscous dance of
a wide, thin, and gossamer ash
This singed and translucent wraith of tattered edges, belly reflecting wine red-orange,
end over end traveling nowhere:
space station fluidity of a ghostly fiery sojourner
His time is ending
His dispersal suddenly unseen soot into
black snow flurries rising past the stationary star flakes above
Sun
In the distance I behold an orange incandescent giant
sinking with soft brilliant cilia reaching into my eyes
I am not evil, nor have I been
So without preconception is this moment,
staring into the source of all life I have ever known
II. Untitled
Still born air; choked with life
Adorned beige wall above our headboard:
a wreath of stemmed raw cotton buds and pale green ivy
On the nightstand below, a violin sings from rosewood speakers in
a single molten vein, an unbroken skillful cry
Black blinds on a window: red shaded dusk;
Chinese gold through the opened slats casting
a shade of pink within the raw soft cotton
A second violin joins within the speaker, surprising the loner;
like a sun fiery on naked granite
Both melodies igniting
Each more virtuoso overlapping in turn
Two, soon a tango of one
III. Untitled
In the bitterest of encrusted fallen snow,
two blue wildflowers bejeweled in ice,
are bent and crestfallen
Out of sync cloud levels gliding in the low heavens,
in a duel of grays, dark against pale
are but a screen for further above,
a dull spacious hinted roar of oceanic air
brings a brittle frosted breath whose play of
faint discordant chimes of crystallized stem, petals and leaf
brushing against the other are heard by no man.
A song of survival but perhaps of Death
So be either!
For who holds the reins of life forever?
Two offspring
Peaceful deep sleep so new of soft kittens
Underneath their purring breath of gently rising and
falling tummies is softer warmth
I can feel their alternate breathing in time with
one exhaling,
the other inhaling,
as I cradle them into my arms
Infants of eternally slumbering Sphinxes
Minute creaking yawn of tiny fangs as
they awake unknowingly dazed by
their own innocence
Millenia might have passed
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