Blind Boone's Apparition
C
my motto for life
my song against death.
E♭
i stroke piano’s
eighty eight mouths. each one sings
hot colors of joy
F
pentatonic black
keys raise up high into bliss,
born to sing my name
F#
whippoorwill, hawk, crow
sing madrigals for blind men.
forests blooms through each note.
G
my eyes: buried deep
beneath earth’s skin. my vision
begins in her womb.
B♭
darkness sounds like God
flowering from earth’s molten tomb...
writhed wind. chorded cries.
C
rain, flower, sea, wind
map my dark horizon. i
inhale earth’s songbook
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