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Like infinite stars
she was certain
I rolled from heaven,
orchids in my hair
Like infinite stars of divine
pause and refrain
she cried at my feet
begging deliverance
It was I in the
positive 45 degree angle of light,
her a negative backshadow
in the hollow door way
Empty of karma, or Jesus or the cross
fingers crossed like promises,
in the rearview
an El Paso church massacre.
A curved chrome reflection reveals
a former ghost, a guise,
a phantom rich with vicious vendetta;
taste for fresh blood…
Don’t look behind you.
Never look back.
copyright 2012
Apryl
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