The Path of Darkness
by Andrew Oram
Glow of rose shifting to wine over the housetops let me
know another day was ending.
The day in the house did not end.
He lacked so much.
Bereft and drifting, he needed love.
He needed place.
He needed routine.
Of course we would help.
We thought we knew his darkness.
We were willing to hold out our lights and shield their
flickering guidance.
Prepare him. His life to change big—prepare him.
Smooth the path. Fill his lesions.
Nourish him. Prepare him.
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He was sullen, voluble, withdrawn, eloquent—
because no tenderness can be trusted;
only he knows this.
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Months tumbled one upon another—
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