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Apr 2010
A Flash of white hot light gently pokes the corner of my eye-- leaving but a tickle, as an enticing reply.
Like an itch that's hard to reach--
Or the steady suckling of a leech--
I quietly begged for more, as a collar begs a *****.

Faces swim past; Old & New, Ecstatic & Blue, False & True. Their emboldened hue, upstaged by the pacifying Sky of Blue--
FLASH Once again-- at last!
FLASH !! That one came in fast...
... And in its place-- where the Majestic Blue once shone so true-- a grave disgrace; an emptiness with a rhythmic pulse slowly grew.

The Sky is dying-- and I crave another--
***FLAAAASH***
SUCH A RUSH!
And all the faces, cease their races.
Saints & Sinners end their chases.
All of us now, frozen in our places--
*****FLAAAASHH****
... A collective sigh, and even the Shy begin to cry.











Growingemptiness.

An audible Stillness engulfs our ears-- finally silence after all these years. The knot in my chest embraces my spirit-- squeezing me beyond a body's limit, and suddenly it becomes more Familiar-- more Sincere-- no more pain or paralyzing fear.

The Sky has opened, disappeared and broken-- all in a spectacular soundless splendor-- and for the first time,  I am
**FLASH
2009
Damian Acosta
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