Touches Tongues and Help Me Past

Spread yourself smooth and white,
giving me access to your dreams –
to your myths, beliefs –
your expanded mind
and godless experiences.

Is it possible you walk among the
deceased and see the composers?

Do you touch their limp and
stroke their beats of broken hearts?

Tell me what to expect.
Show me signs in clouds.

Touch me.
You, yourself – so smooth and sharp.

Thinly veiled sense of the end –
wash me; the taste of dirt
touches tongues and help me
past.

2010 Barry Comer

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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