Vernon Witmer Poet Prose Poetry

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Each Thing a Dark

Obviated by passion
I could as much apply each person 
Exfoliate my heart.
Such tormented fragments 
Seeking reconciliation therein, 
Where all refrains come subject to warm
And, as my oath prescribes, I first
Must “do no harm”
Each valiant doll’s cartoon 
A variance, but 
Only tall in child’s retrospect.
Murderous and hideous disguised, 
As in each man is set a plague of vacuums,
A cornerstone set within each soul
And from which each will build their life 
Of hesitated futures.
Frames of frosted flames;
Each sliver silvered by a touch of light,
Each prayer cast into foreboding night.
The surface of each die married to the eye 
Of what is cast,
The only knee we will bend 
Will end upon a concrete flooring
Without love; Then,
You will open your eyes again.
What is this, you will ask of each
And, to all, at last, it comes,
Grown with a vibrant moving,
We are stirred;
Having arrived as the prime
Ingredient of our life,
Tested and tasted,
By the fires of our making,
To step off 
And claim our freedom 
to be

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