poem about sibling love
WILL HOCHMAN (hochman@uscolo.edu)
Sat, 03 Jan 1998 10:19:29 -0700 (MST)
I found myself in chicago with my only brother this christmas, all too
aware that he will never play seymour to my buddy even though I used to
read salinger from his adolescent book shelf...so through the sadness of
family reality and the hope in the glass house, I wrote this...will
Breaking the Sun
Families of particles cluster and fall eons apart
before we know anything vital of their light
Siblings sent through unknown prisims into lifetime love
shine also with all the vitriol in the universe
This glow has no finish line for light's translucent runners,
only voluble atmosphere burning pink with proximity
Seeing the emotional light gets to be pretty dada without a doubt
exploding haphazardly from heart to galaxy to heart
Light seeks lights pure force but survival trumps and turns
us away from the knowledge of our own gravity to fight it
We grasp at the cosmic illusion of something formed
even as it implodes--though paradox parades god like heaven
A lost tribe of one person is all of us telescoped
for a better glimpse of diminishing self
So many rays fall unknown upon earth's opaqueness
You would think we would learn to see through them
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