What are you afraid of, sitting so quietly in the shadows that
light
does not seem to touch any aspect of you and only the frail heat
of your shivers registers as I pass by?
I?
I am merely passing here, a copper shell of a man, well on my way,
closing the contacts for a moment as I pass and feel the current
as it splits the electrons in my soul, fueling me, ruling me,
by the whims and wills of your random acts of sorrow.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I will be but memory and legacy and
and a taste of oxides like a penny on your tongue.
But for now, I am a traveler.
I would and should like to linger for the night,
but I must stay to the light, ere I become fixed in place
and my face corrodes to a patina of grief.
Forever moving on.
Forever moving on.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
traveler
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Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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