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Air Castles III: Inheritance
Like visions, places nudge us
through inheritance, striking a
remembrance rooted in sulfur
to rekindle the Spirit of blood.
Communion was Love, a ghost’s
soft reminder of its ever-presence.
When I woke I couldn’t remember
its Kingdom of crystal compass.
Then from his room, dreaming away
dawn, my grandson began to laugh.
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Published 18th May 2016
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18th May 2016 6:54pm
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18th May 2016 7:33pm
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18th May 2016 9:07pm
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18th May 2016 9:09pm
18th May 2016 10:55pm
a poem one can taste
and smell and listen to (too),
unless I've inherited the
familial hallucinations..:)
and smell and listen to (too),
unless I've inherited the
familial hallucinations..:)
18th May 2016 11:28pm
Imagery to remind me of my youth receiving communion and confessing the sins I was willing to tell the Priest. But my Catholic days rest in peace and yet, I still catch a whiff of sulfur creeping up behind me, from time to time...
JJ
JJ
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18th May 2016 11:44pm
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19th May 2016 6:37pm
