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His muse Alisha, inspired this strange and wistful and dark and erotic and playful and sober and how-the-hell-does-he-get-all-of-that-into-one-poem piece. I know he thinks of her, I even tried to look her up on the web once, but her asked me to not contact her...his argument was in keeping with his concept of "vampire etiquette"...if she wants to see him, he doesn't hide. Last I heard she was somewhere in Arizona or the Los Angeles area.

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the smallest unit.
beauty and terror
in trace amounts....
it counts for little to our senses.
but its impact is immeasurable,
for it is undetectable and thus
gets past our guards.
shards of the fractured crystal heart
of a forgotten dragon.
flechettes that forget nothing
for they are soulless,
like so many lovers.
but I have seen your fire.
even banked, it burns on...
and I will warm myself oneday
when amotations are again allowed
in the dreams of the waking dead.
until then,
let us drink our drinks of trace elements.
and I will teach you alchemy of the heart.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.