DECEASED xxxxxx4
I saw my father laughing as he has never laughed.
We laughed together as we have never laughed.
The clouds of erupting violence swallowed themselves
To be replaced by a constant pattern of growing vines.
I knew that the clouds were within me, turning
From black to green in thunderous flashes,
Going out with breath, remaking the sky with breath,
Weaving my father a soft chair on which he could sit and laugh.
Laughter shook all the chairs of our old living room.
The doors came off at the hinges, the windows broke,
The photos on torn passparts bled stigmata smiles.
DECEASED xxxxxx3
Day, day
ecstatic transport
on an ocean
of the eternal blue
midway between
sky and self
day, day
of battle
endless enemy
falling, rising
white to red
to empty
day, day
flying stay
beyond hands
of fatherly faith
beyond death
day, day
standing straight
waving, calling
leave your prison
your earth
your conflict
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