Brave before the approaching dawn,
his vision breathed
an easeful flow.
He spoke not of disease consuming
but of terrible extremes and of death’s helpful shock
He cried for love he never touched
and of the aching joy of being and
being tied to this Earth, beyond
generation, beyond heritage.
He wrote with a rich anger,
agonizing over such a demanding
muse, condemned to be short-lived.
He pulsed with adolescent frenzy, free
from too much experience, pure with
a deep madness, cooling his heart
with each desperate release.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Novelmasters” July 2015
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