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Cancer is gray bananas,
An intravenous drip Diluting my soul with sickness. Exiled from my Japan, I find my life Made mythological, The heartbeats of my eternity Juiceless, Dessicated, Compressed into photographs, Flat hammer evidence, Fossils. Zen rocks adrift In the photochemical smog ... My wife and baby. Cancer is exile. And I, I am the cancer patient, Waiting for my statistical resolution, My life Hesitating on the cool gray edge of never, On the brink of deletion ... In the year of many needles I endure my altered state Until a frog, Symbol of transformation, Signals my birthday resurrection, Cancer commuted to chocolate cake. With this kiss I transform you. In the golden temples of the imagination The bells of silence Reverberate With waiting voices. |
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