Your sight committed suicide by sun-light
in a moment before noon— your neck
thrown back and throat laid open, eyes upon
a point so broadly proud that any fleck
of detail disappeared in white and bright
and fury. And you loved its heat— I think—
the sweetness of its flame against the frightened
emptiness so otherwise replete
with blue— the kind of blue I’d thought was perfect—
burning eyes on dreams like Jacob dreamed,
intent to climb where only angels were
at home before you. That’s the way you seemed
to be when I was watching from the screen-porch-door
imagining the things you’d seen.
guessing from inside on an outside kind of day
guessing from inside on an outside kind of day
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw
Re: guessing from inside on an outside kind of day
Sparkle on the Monkey Train ! Go-go-go joel !Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: guessing from inside on an outside kind of day
Fine work, Joel, enjoyed. 
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Re: guessing from inside on an outside kind of day
oh baby- i cannot take my ears off this one- yeah i said yeah!!!!!!!
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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