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Randy Resh

(April,1967 / Toronto, Canada)

Elegy


You are my living
elegy

Breathing beating beasting feasting
incantation bleeding

sound boiling to
heat becoming

LIGHT

you are my living beauty

you
yes, you

burst begetting brilliance
scintillant substance of quintessence

fetting my
realized actualized
unconscious

eidolON

Angel of the lord washing the dirt
from sun-burnt
FACE

We
we Are
living this
being this
beauteous elegy

fruitious monument of merriment
magnificent Magical melody




copyright Randy Resh 2000

Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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  • Kevin Carney (11/2/2010 2:14:00 PM)

    This is a great write, I love the simplicty of form and yet it just flows as on air. Great use of words and enjoyed this so much.10+ (Report) Reply

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