Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

May 29, 2014

Where Is The Wound That Shines

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“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree”
. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

 

 

 

Where is the wound that shines?

50 years on

On his day/

Why must the sound of industrial air here,

Its venting just sends me to a less-shielded shy there,

Back again to that day.

Far too young  to fathom,

Or even  notice  yr. crevasse,

Yr  Grande Malaise,

Yr. countdown…Yr. Pass.

It makes me madly think now

It takes  the saddest thing    to tell now..

Stuck in a stack of old New Yorkers

There’s this old drawing

A mere boy  drawn in black & white

Stands on a step of his own basement, stares,

He did look down on his own  livid  apocalypse,

His lips, and the caption say

“It’s O.K.”

.

Here is the wound that shines

Tonight, a glint off yr. cracked onyx ring.

I lift it  in my open fist to my lips.

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.

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again, r.i.p. daddy 3/21/1929-5/29/1959

 

 

 

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