Thursday, July 2, 2009

young flesh like ghosts of previous lives

returned to atone to settle to purge to transcend
the haunted identity that life to life
strings the soul along its wormtrack through time--

young flesh seen to slow decline
by deterioration that recalls its own brusque fullness--

seen along the eternal avenues of violet twilights
and shadows and merest wisps of whispers


the World          different in each eye

for some it's 'never too late to mend'
for others it's 'too late to learn'

and others for yet other outcomes
all valid  all in the fact of their being

along the way to holding in
miraculous sight all the

different worlds            in One Eye


totally back in the world

a life played
the shot taken
the result
     final as conception

and unloaded
from the slouched shoulder

totally back in the world
only to leave the way I entered

ass first stumbling through
the portal that is

my swath in the earth...

                        Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

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