resusitate me

recite Enoch Arden

from memory

keep me conscious

sing Etta James

in tenor lullabies

awaken me

muse on Socrates

emergency revival

by philosophy

resurrect me

from paralysis

pluck my veins

like Cello strings

massage the heart

be the inspiration

a devotional antidote

a. duncan, 2017






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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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