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Suspension

"Suspension" - 12/10/03

how I suddenly re-member
this drowning, dismal bleeding
of heart into brain
and back again through
the hoop of soul's quiet circus
aching

a medieval dragon might breath less offense
than this distance abuses such slight circumstance:
your illness (my pause)
wherein I'm helpless
to welcome fever's final
breaking

what is true presence, possessing life's fuel?
determines black magic from what's merely cruel?
will there be future chances
to make up for forests
that burned up bravely
unabated

oh, how sweet misery loves to be glib -
proudly wearing light years for her icy crown -
as somehow we're magically able to spy
from decades away 'pon her beauty so rare
but do not give in, my love, yet to her dare;
for soon I'll be there fire-

breathing