The Four Faces Of Robert Morrow Poem by Patrick Frazier

There was a part of me
When I was three
That soared among the shining spheres
For years

But I no longer think of Robert Morrow
Committing his memory to sorrow
And though we went our separate ways
My twin would wonder what he'd say

We heard of his passing with shock
As these were not matters of the clock

Sometimes we're sleepless
And incomplete
We think about walking around in his feet

"We must find out what happened to Robert Morrow"

When you sense a ghost
Flicking your ear
Or wander the dark
With a hand stretched in fear
Here are the eternal corridors
That even mortals can follow

We face great fissures
Of the Earth bursting light
And float through a chapel
Upside-down to great heights

Seeking the pieces of a mosaic mind

For each piece was the present
And each piece was the past
And this is how we heard his final gasp

Laid out like fish bones
Blood seeping through delicate cloth
His organs seize
Drown in formaldehyde hues

An elemental turned into a shimmering corpse
"An absence of remorse"
Bellows a fourth
Face over my lips

His princely features frozen
Light swirling through our fingers
We dip a quill into his black heart

"Who embraces us in hell?
Who else knows how far we fell? "