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Farewell


HappyBuddha

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Farewell

 

eyes, silent like lightning,

pure shirtless frame serene like a centrifuge,

 

 

I cried amongst brothers,

^blurry sobs coloring the cold Tennessee darkness that clapped down

upon my eternal flame,

^a single stuttering breath dying to rejoin the pitch-black weathered lodge

where the sounds of sneakers scuffling on an unyielding floor, of hands

slapping and slipping across sweat-slickened skin, of the joyous flash

and epiphany of a love-filled head greeting cracked concrete, of frantic

scrabbling cries and hoarse curses all flowed into one last wrenching

note of unadultered glory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Criticism and praise are equally welcome - just be truthful, and respond with what you think this poem deserves (Anything, from level 1 to 5. Just be truthful). Interpretation/explication is also welcome, if you so feel.

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