Friday, December 12, 2008

The gift

There is a sense
an alone-ness
that makes you turn in terror

an abyss - deeper, immense
beyond comprehension
and thus 
fear inspiring

as you have been taught

The alone-ness is really only you
with no distractions -
the blood 
and smell
and internal workings of the soft
and electric


the mind

my grandmother Shirley died tonight 
I think of her warmly
in my chest

my father was holding her hand and he said she went


She had told me a great gift before she died.
but I don't understand the gift
I just know it is one.

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