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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