You can say it isn’t love
It’s an obsession with being saved
But I wasn’t stuck in a burning building
I was trapped, damned in Hades
Every time I complained about the heat
I was moved into a slightly larger cave
Re-arranged to distract and entertain
Like Orpheus
You reversed my path
Dragged me to the surface
Into the healing light of day
The ascendancy of your voice
Entrapping me in the strings
Of poetry and fate
The phantom shards of my heart
Realigned in the aura of
Your sonic abundance
My life may be nonexistent
Now I have a chance, for the
First time, to create it
In the image I've been dreaming
Since ever I could treasure
The miraculous gift of song
Nothing short of God given
The blessing saving my
Wasted existence
Transforming me
From a stone statue
To warm flesh living
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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