(Excerpts from "For Parchments Sake" and "What Screams." Originally written June 2012)
"On parchment dried and hung for Creed
I stared upon what I thought was.
Not for sake of wonderment;
But, for sake of sane.
Could in a moment:
A Soul?
A Heart?
And what I saw be gone?
Leaving only witness to Decree?
A dipping well with pen which did lap ink,
a thin, long bone, with marrow spared, the feather must have flown.
It tipped the thick and dark-like substance, red ink it seemed once moved.
drawn-up within the thread, blood?
"This Child...."
The words poured,
like the sink I heard no more.
"Where did all that......?
Where did that young boy go?"
I seemed further from myself
the distance seemed to grow, the farther I seemed to be.
I sank to "KNOW" that I was next:
A wet, a skin-like shawl stopped me.
"A lamp, I'm not"
I screeched!"
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"It comes to mind and will not line
with anything other than itself.
Exorcisms are one of a kind
so expectations of difference are futile.
It's DARK; My brother is WHERE?
I can barely see a cross.
Laid out upon a table
confusion becomes this label.
So much like: Yet! Worlds Apart!
Come hither to gain such sight.
For one was kind
the other FRIGHT.
A dead boy gave no light.
Just the same, his skin I gained
my brother passed out and I might."
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