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Thursday, 17 January 2013

The moon is
a shut
eye.

Abraham Harvey, 16 January 2012 (ex­tem­po­ra­ne­ous, as dic­tated to his fa­ther)

Vigil

Saturday, 12 January 2013

for Riv
My friend, I can­not
watch you, miles away,
in­tu­bated, awash
with med­i­cine, cor­doned
amid a hush of me­chan­i­cal
sav­iors. I can­not sing
with you, your un­abashed 
heart brim­ming with
life in dark nights
of karaōke and root
beer. 

I would rather have of­fered 
parts of my body, to keep
you en­com­passed among
us.
As I live,
as I die, I would rather have
you piece­meal than
not at all.

I could pluck
my beard, cry out
in the wilder­ness, I could burn a blessed
can­dle and of­fer your
pain to God.

But, I re­spect your 
un­be­lief and 
though this
means 
I can­not pray for
you, 

but, 
my friend,

I will 
stand
with you
and hope.