i see your name, a sunrise like the blooming flower of a blood from a gunshot wound to my stomach. Very sharp and exact, almost a blaring horn to my eardrums. Not a miserable thing, just a cold shower in winter. A wakeful and shocking vision. Awareness spreading through my thoughts almost as if i were a brown paper towel absorbing some spilled cambells beaf stew. The letters floating in front of my eyes dancing in a pale light, i can taste gun oil in my mouth. I feel a suicidal man has blown his head off, this saddens me, but i see your name and hope his soul ends up somewhere with no pain. I hope to melt like a candle, an interior fire melting away all my excess material till i am a silent pool of purity. Alone and calm. Like a newborn child struggling with the awesome newness. I am proud and thankful to stand next to you name. Gracious to hold it close to my heart.

07/07/2002

Posted on 07/07/2002
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