Thursday, November 3, 2011

grace




grace.
an om on the pathway to a public promise.
when i was seven
on tiptoe
through a marble maze.
a gothic castle, i dropped a lily on the runway
we took off for a new place
spice, india love melody, divine rubies.
my very own elephant, high on a hill.
two brass doors, the last supper gleaming in city sun.
rings on my fingers, bells on my toes.
do you want to go to the seaside?
a mark of permanence, prominence, forever exalted.
revisiting the rose of my beginning
where i learned who i was + scattered scarlet petals,
before i handed it over, my pearl,
like a purse full of lottery tickets.
one structure
thousands of mirrors
a monument to determination
a shrine to opulence
a tomb for Then.

grace: my dear, i am unbroken.
cracking bones, we are just dust.
i let you shatter my palace
but i sleep in the pieces of your small.
i dream in the wake of your design.

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