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Every little white star
who deigns to sparkle
his tiny arms
into the burly black night-coat;
I will think of your face in them.
burning so brightly and so magnificently
diligent, truthful, kind and pure.
you were a white light
my white light;
beautiful truth and refuge
from a brazen, expansive unknown.
I cannot believe you did it.
I cannot believe that I wasn’t there.
even just to hold
your hand as you passed
from this world
to offer comfort
to sing a soft prayer
to break off small pieces of my soul and gut
on your journey from here.
I am bolstered
by your strong and true ethic
your steadfast love
your humble prayer to a different kind of god;
the god of knowledge, of search, of wonder,
the god who would help us to understand the struggles of the mind.
I hope you found that god
I hope you know the truths of the souls of the earth now;
I hope these words can get to you
in some way
through the viscous lens
that cuts this world away from universality
Haunted clouds take your place now
in some fuzzy sky
uncertain (or unwilling) to demarcate any lines.
and I will weep
my darling friend
I will weep as I contend
with every memory of your loving hand
your gentle touch
on my brittle, screaming limbs.
I neglected to tell you just how life-saving you really were.
you saved my life,
and I will celebrate yours forever
as an apology
for not being able to do more.
Thanks Thomas, it is very rough and needs a ton of work, but thought I would put it up anyway... more as a tribute to a departed friend than as a coherent piece of work. Hope all is well with you.