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I lived in error
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in smoke, in a station
amidst
the clouds.
I rolled through
phantom pits,
finding fondness in each
fathomless descent.
With rage and thick
confusion
my mortality
was stained.
And there, coughed up, anointed
by the deep, your love
took me past
my generations stalking
God
in every science and witch-craft cure,
past the feel
of condemning visions, and intellectuals
seeping their venom
into every
willing heart.
Your love like a lingering
pain, pulling
me through alleyways and dungeons,
tore,
with a terrible force, the sickness
from my veins, and yet
as tender as
a riverwave
in gentle flow, guides me
onward.
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Copyrright © 1996 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Schrodinger’s Cat”, 1996
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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.
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love the imagery of this poem…D