Friday, July 14, 2023

later daze

The days exceed,

the days digress,

I am a hole worn through 

the world, the turned screw,

the pounded post—

mommy and daddy and the Holy Ghost

as the miracles and infinities 

add up the faith and fascination as 

I pace out my forlorn portions, 

dead reckoned devotions 

known by rote and bone.

Prayers pressed against 

expired flesh, the kiss

goodbye like coins for 

the boatman, forever 

closing the world away 

as your gaze goes with you

dear traveler through 

the ashes left the earth.

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