My Body Is An Apparition
Ben Stivers
2/9/07
My Body Is An Apparition
What have I been, the revision of objects in the air?
My body wreathing upward like a ring in the night sky.
I was dropped apon canvas, setting fire to my oils,
Burning like a lantern yet never taking ash.
And a perception such as mine spills from my weak and weary eyes,
But I am only scanning a sparse landscape for the sun I once knew.
And as jagged peaks made way for the soft light of the day,
I pictured a city block, not the unveiled sky.
For within my lust to become that which is undone,
I left my own hand to wander this board, and what it traced
Was the picture of a solitary face, an apartment,
And a sillouhette in the rain... I have chosen to forget.
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