- Non-Erotic Poetry
- half a century - dream sweet
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Staked claims to immortality, all,
in deed, but scratches in the mud.
I have despaired.
Beyond care raped myself to numbness, cut myself,
to watch me bleed.
Gouged forth each day Promethean, my eyes,
in sight, that will not leave.
Half a century
and yet, I dream.
Dream sweet
come,
pillowed soft beguile
obeisant kneels the mountain dies the day
in proffer edifice carved of belief
night sky reprieve
the colored weight of sin bleeds to transparency
there naked spans the will to fly
filagreed trails worn in harbinger
rains feather light enchase the mind
we rise
as possibilities
all, but scratched into the mud, else
flung free
to grace the Skies
Dream sweet, tonight.
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