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November 15, 2013

khanh, ii by ~Spellspeaker Suggester Writes: The formatting in the piece has been put to work and it pays off beautifully and accurately complements the content.

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Published: Sep 21, 2013

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7 9 13 he took a bow overlooking interstate 680:

car-comets in full spin,
orbital lights

his dreams planetary, saturnian -

he almost sprouted wings that night and
i cannot say it would not be beautiful;

the palpations of downtown pumping
luminous cells, coursing
through highway veins

and he, standing in the heart of his world
visions galactic
mind ecstatic -

his feet began

to lift just a little.

9 20 13

a few phone calls
and a pair of lost glasses later
i am glad
that he is still terrestrial.

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9/21/13

Update 11/15/13: Wow, my first DD!

Thank you so, SO much to `NicBelroque for suggesting and ^Beccalicious for the feature! I'm more than honored!

Unfortunately though, I was not expecting this much traffic on such a personal poem about my friend. Therefore I am renaming this poem (and the other two inspired by him) and taking his name out of the titles for the sake of his privacy. I apologize to my readers because I feel like there is less power and intimacy without his name, for his name truly holds a lot of meaning to me and captures his identity as a person.