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Going To The Chapel Of Love
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The most beautiful
most ghoulish empress
on Earth
& I
so sly so wry
stood on the top
of a rock pinnacle so high
up there in the desert sky
her one thousand & one demonettes
so wily so crafty
could not answer why
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Above the panoramic valley of death
swayed her & I
her hair a furious flag of glory
the hat on my head a miracle
that would not blow away
in the blow-torch wind that
scorched wounded & branded our souls
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The view at our feet
shrank crucifixions & ghost towns
into nothing for nobody but ants
this wild escarpment of God stretched
around the planet & bumped
the back of the head as
we stood there
on the verge of slow dancing
but just holding hands instead
our eyes wide open to
truth
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Clouds eye-balled by like
thick novels
their pages fluttering to the climatic end
in a matter of seconds
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A passing eagle dropped a feather
into me’ lady’s other hand
the great bird snapped her wing
& was gone
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Diana stuck her new eagle feather into my miracle hat
I became Chief Hopping Rabbit
but we still didn’t dance
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We only stood there
quietly contemplating the journey before us
then I said to her
“Ready?”
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She squeezed my hand
we leaped into the void
ghosts
we floated upward…
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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)
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A dream that'll never die...