Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Freedom Was Her Calling

freedom washed your face one humid night,
a canvas of electric, ultraviolet impulses;
a reflection in memory now.
on that hill with the blanket laid,
machine guns could have been firing on my back:
rapid and intense, unnerving.
your sweater absorbed the impact,
splashes of hues in new found independence.

lava-spewing jellyfish swam in black;
having exploded above my head,
cratered in a violence of thought.
gentle flashes marked your steadfast gaze,
more radiant. haphazard cascades spewed
cinders that could not spark a flame.
         miracle revelations like patriotism calling
         poured lava on my heart.

strings of miniature stars draped the neck
pearl shapes caressed. cloud fumes evaporated,
invaded the sulfuric air between us.
lingering anticipation in black, temporary night
joined drifting debris in dark.
bellies of sky chandeliers wavering, short lived;
their ashes poured on decks of ships in harbor.
shouts beneath could not distract eyes blazing,
slowing with each shell broken apart;
falling, fading.

brief nebulous sky monsters collided,
colorful with crushing finality.
impacted atoms formed fierce storms
in the transparent cotton candy condensing.
crisp swarms once shimmered your renewed skin,
before a black silhouette of silence.
no plumes of lustrous feathers.
no eagles of truth in cataclysmic flight.
all fell harmless as the sigh of a crowd,
bound to gather and desert our mount.

the last engine ignited. we fell in formation,
joined the rolling crew out that night.



7.28.20

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