i hear the chime of the poem's voice <br />and in the notes you write <br />a guy who hungers for truth and tells it too <br />who understands that pain is the face <br />of injustice in an off-kilter world <br />some feel a lot, some shoosh through life <br />as through an operation <br /> <br />and I know what it is like to fall forever <br />and wonder how there coud be <br />anything additional below <br />no whiskered root to grab hold of <br />but this is not all there is <br />or why we were so intense for so long <br />why rage against a world <br />that can't help being broken? <br /> <br />your fire is proof that fire exists <br />and can't be extinguished ever <br />not by a train a thousand miles long <br />the human heart is infinite <br />it survives these raggedy envelopes <br />it keeps beating when red-faced suns <br />have hissed and gone out <br /> <br />i don't even know you <br />but we are one substance <br />neurons sparking in the dark <br />and flesh that sobs all through the day <br />and i tell you against all reason to hold on <br />untill all that will be has been revealed <br />for our beauty is whole <br />in just the way we need <br />and the poem of fire boils and sings <br />like golden letters in our blood <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Healing and grace to Denis Joe <br />May 4,2006<br /><br />Mike Finley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/denis-joe/
