For David
fraction, by fraction
that I may peer--
somewhat cautious,
though studious--
into the
frightening
blueprint.
Tangled up in the infinite--
black on black.
Sir, allow for me
to brush aside
the terrible air
of want and murderous pride
that you may see--
held up on offering--
cupped hand,
limitless, expanding.
and, in hope, enough,
these ten white fingers.
Sir, bare me your other self
to let my sight consume
the pain ridden absolute
that i myself may bear
in solemn ceremony--
in witness of this--
without the injury of reprimand--
a blood warm hand--
that I may recover your Self
from depths of darkness untold.
Sir, Sir, I ask these things--
whispered in my empty room.
Poetry by halfjack
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Written on 2008-05-05 at 23:05
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Sir, Sir
Sir, only let down that shadefraction, by fraction
that I may peer--
somewhat cautious,
though studious--
into the
frightening
blueprint.
Tangled up in the infinite--
black on black.
Sir, allow for me
to brush aside
the terrible air
of want and murderous pride
that you may see--
held up on offering--
cupped hand,
limitless, expanding.
and, in hope, enough,
these ten white fingers.
Sir, bare me your other self
to let my sight consume
the pain ridden absolute
that i myself may bear
in solemn ceremony--
in witness of this--
without the injury of reprimand--
a blood warm hand--
that I may recover your Self
from depths of darkness untold.
Sir, Sir, I ask these things--
whispered in my empty room.
Poetry by halfjack
Read 716 times
Written on 2008-05-05 at 23:05
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