Author: Bryan Edward Helton
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Out of Lethe
I awake into the midst of life, half spent and losing ground. The blue is turning over my head. Words are wan and shuddering. I see someone I should have known but their face is void and scattered. Sound…
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An Island in West Point Lake
The brown sheet tangled with the wind flutters for a milelapping at my ankles a hungry dog of a lakehush-whispered calling for my orange red toes to liftlaunching from the squelching mud of my own young earthAnd they do For an isolated heaven of pine tree lonenesssinging in the dropping July sun among unborn wavesNow…
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Walking Out
I sought you in the wind with a song in my hand, launching into darkness, the night’s drunk wildness. You wrapped around my lungs your silver words, your smile. I am breathing you in …
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The Mountain Sky
We two walked on a wilderness track.Dusty brave bright she stumbled on promises wide as the steps of night.We swept over worlds below. Foreign fields bloomed in strength,testing the limits of our joy.We listened for she-bears and believed in ghosts. Her hair was whipped by the breath of the world.I was helpless to begin.The path…
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An Almost World
What we could have been is lost forever,muted and mangled in unborn time.A darkness, the deepness of false memoryis all that remains of your potential smile.We will never taste of that August sky,shared in a strong and whipping wind,or walk together on that forgotten groundwhere bright minutes tremblingly thrill. What we could have been is…