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 Apr 2014 Elijah Almond
calion
all I'll remember from this April

is you

leaving me.
Amidst the ultimate creative act
I am written
Into and onto and out of myself.
Cursive curving down my spine,
Skillful penstrokes, muse divine,
I am your masterpiece,
And you will be my opus.
My mouth is a new page,
My tongue your first chapter.
Lay me across your lap, open me,
And read, and write, with pure delight
What we create
Our love, our fate.
“Do not be afraid; our fate
Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
You have been my source of light,
You have been my source of love,
You have been my source of life.

And now you plan to leave?

I suppose you are not wrong,
You have given me so much,
I am in debt to you.

But answer me this:

How may I find my way to you without your light,
How may I return the favor without your love,
How may I serve you without your life?
And when you,
you find yourself
alone
in the throes
of your
self-induced
scintillating
intoxication,
do you find peace there
gasping?
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