EMERSION

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draw from me the experience of emersion

and I shall reveal to you the true artisan

in my soul

a charcoal sketch of remarkably unremarkable

encouragement

hangs center forward upon an egg shell papered

wall

the world awaits the privateer's debut

I find myself to be utterly intoxicated by such

literal self examination

such microscopic view cleanses the volumes

I've yet even writ

riveted am I to know whats to come of their

final display

my page children

the jubilant ink that my smooth faithful pen

supplies

leads my words to believe that there is still

hope for even the most hopeless indeed

yet even so

still

every firm inflection of pitch quite

noticeably implies

a riff

in of all places

the heart of the poems

through a jumble of colorfully distorted

visions

the poet slashes out his scratchy lines

and feels readily vindicated

for all his previous tedious labors

and when it becomes undeniably evident

that another newly discovered precious

appendage to his soul has been sacrificed

the best revenge of all is that through the

arduous journey it somehow survived

for beyond all else the poetry is now

wondrously alive

no longer unseen but vibrantly there to behold

just like its mentor

the soul

when you die!...............

(June 26, 1997)

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