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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535709" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two Alchemical Passes for Father and Son - Turning Thighs to Diamonds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FIRST PASS - The Flying-Away Boy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or what man is there among you, of whom if his son <br>shall ask bread, will he reach him a stone? - Matthew 7: 9</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No blame shall stain us now, father.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mars in you still storms the makeshift diamond. <br>Each base of cardboard weighted with stone <br>is still our house; a bat, a ball and mitt, hard rules <br>of the game, were meant to undo my lust for dark <br>heaven shunning shining girls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heavy ball you hit to me is never caught, <br>a floppy glove always falls from a hesitant hand.<br>I was reaching for god then - it's not your fault - <br>a lavender boy early befriended by crows, <br>already resigned to what was given and what <br>was to come, a softball between the eyes, <br>your attempt to guide me toward those <br>diamond thighs which you often repeated, <br>'were everywhere waiting.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I blinked before you, head down, focused on 'Lion's Teeth'**. <br>I was your hard mystery, and soft, not so fast for I was fat <br>and could not round the bases quick. I was your inherited <br>meek, a burden to shake, a sliding man furious for home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At four I plucked wild strawberries you pointed to, <br>all authority and accidental grace, revealing much, <br>still dew wet, sticky to the touch, opening sourness <br>deserving my frown. You laughed at my dawning smile <br>for their sweetness slowly yielded, a surprise gift for what<br>would always unite us, your fear that I would suffer, too, <br>your fate, untended desire gone to wildness brought <br>low beneath branches, slow embrace of cradle-gentle boughs <br>entangling legs and light between the greater shadows, <br>and shadows shall win the day. In them my yearning <br>grew yet, remained for that of edges, what is beyond <br>them, or beneath, for planets arcing and comets rare, <br>trailing lovers to come but meteors, not the appointed <br>stars of permanence allowed to some men's hands, <br>and never to the fallen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grounding balls is the only thing to do so I did, <br>repeatedly. Still, these essential things were caught<br>for our mostly wasted days of practice, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">wild sweetness is a stolen base, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the tongue is an untended garden. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a burning that soft hands can know </div><div style="margin:10px 0">which shall finally run some headlong for </div><div style="margin:10px 0">an inherited circle home at the end, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a latter-day glad son gathering berries from shadows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>**Dandelion</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SECOND PASS - Glad Son Gathered</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turning Thighs to Diamonds - Alchemical Passes for Father and Son</div><div style="margin:10px 0">.<br>Or what man is there among you, of whom if his son<br>shall ask bread, will he reach him a stone? - Matthew 7: 9</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No blame shall stain us now, father.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mars in you still storms the makeshift diamond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each base of cardboard weighted with stone is still our house.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bat, a ball and mitt, hard rules of the game, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the heavy ball you hit to me is never caught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A floppy glove always falls from a hesitant hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>**</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A lavender boy early<br>befriended by crows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A softball between<br>the eyes guides</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Diamond thighs<br>everywhere waiting</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>***</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But before you, head down, <br>focused on 'Lion's Teeth'**, <br>I am a hard mystery, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and soft, not so fast for I<br>am fat and cannot round<br>the bases quick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am your inherited meek, <br>a burden to shake, <br>a sliding man<br>furious for home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>*****</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wild strawberries, <br>all authority and<br>accidental grace, <br>you reveal too much, <br>dew wet, still sticky <br>to the touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Opening sourness <br>deserves a frown.<br>Sweetness slowly <br>yields surprise for <br>what always unites -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">untended desire<br>gone to wildness<br>brought low<br>beneath branches, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">slow embrace of<br>cradle boughs, <br>entangled legs <br>and light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shadows shall win the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>******</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Planets arc<br>and comets rare <br>trail lovers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meteors are<br>not appointed<br>permanent stars<br>allowed to some<br>men's hands, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and never to the fallen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">caught for mostly<br>wasted days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>*******</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That wild sweetness is a stolen base. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That the tongue is an untended garden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That there is a burning soft hands can know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>********</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Finally runs something headlong</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sliding for homeinheriting </div><div style="margin:10px 0">circles latter-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Glad sons (are) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">berries from</div><div style="margin:10px 0">shadows gathered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">**Dandelion</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q>
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