08/26/2012
I walk after midnight
looking
grabbed from heart’s light
a fistful of beams thrown
sweet incandescence
sparkling in the dark
a negative upon the white page
a light inside the mind
staccato scenes between reflectings
this moment broken
rugged hand opening chrysanthemum
white blossom blood flecked meaning
covering loss
ad hoc burns
dwelling in the flame
the way lit through the dark
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Poems by Larry Gilmore will appear in AlteredScale.com 2. He lives in San Francisco.
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