Who slept in the manger
During the winter
Were mostly
Nonsense.
Yet, among them
Was a young addict
An educated boy
An awakened soul.
What he missed most
He couldn't let go
And what he let go
Haunted him,
What he saw both amazed him
And came to
Crush him.
Pulverize him
To steam,
Invisible steam
To cycle through
From the ocean
To the clouds
To the snow and the rain
All his pain
Squeezed out
He thought he
Would not survive
The whole
Transformative pain.
But said haunting ghosts
Dove fast through
Sparing no time
To catch the young man
Who gave
With all his might.
To have seen love
Walk like lightning
Upon the shores
Of outstanding sight
Depth of night
Milky breaths of cold
Shining fire
From the mind
To the skin
Of the ocean
And shimmering, again.
And then the sound,
Water bubbling,
Sipped by the sand
Waves gulping
Foam Cymbals
Thin water stretching
Like a hand up the
Spine
Inside the dress
The salty of dance
Was the sand
And the smell of moon
Peppered with brine.
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