We sorrowed far when the sky tore,

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We sorrowed far when the sky tore,

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but moments of union bent us

to glimpse a lavish paradise, yielding

to our bodies stripped of speech,

becoming portals to the ever-now,

our aggression was holy as we hunted for sacred acquittal.

 

Evolution, we often think of being what we are –

counsellors to elevate the potency of each other’s dread.

Talk is a hood, a roughly-strewn path to our tortoise-tread.

Touch is precision, absent of air, rattling staircases, galactic

in its suction of sand and hair and pores

that voice complaints and monetary aches,

tethered to this cruel house.

 

We live inside the march, ruined by darkness.

On this Earth, we have one pasture. Churches will not do for us

what they do for others. We have outgrown

our guilt, our last names and the bitter sword.

 

Our colours are common only to us, thickened

by our mischief-tar and unspoken humour. Ours is hushed

and chasing, dripping with moods, unreflected

in the polished jewellery.

 

On a new planet we will be remembered,

congregating among the fractured

 as a shaft of gracious amalgamation.

 

Drenched with this mercy, we will be a light switch

that spares no memory or obligation,

brightly displaying the decayed and burning,

colliding in composite, fashioned by our fusion.

 

Among the first fully twined, what we are

will sprout then thrive, be immune to misinterpretation.

Dimensions we will enter as an interchange, our feet warmed

against the soil of the moon, locking calves in place,

digging and dropping, basking

on the plains of our emancipation.

 

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Copyright 2012 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Pyrokinection” and “Storm Cycle 2013” anthology

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“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.

“Grayhurst is a great Canadian poet. All of Allison Grayhurst’s poetry is original, sometimes startling, and more often than not, powerful. Anyone who loves modern poetry that does not follow the common path will find Grayhurst complex, insightful, and as good a poet as anyone writing in the world today. Grayhurst’s poetry volumes are highly, highly recommended,” Tom Davis, poet, novelist and educator.

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