Elegy for a Breathing Poet

That voice on the coolest breeze was yours, Michael

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You saw to the quick of the cut,
Wary eye upon the face of God,
Unflinching — courage embracing fear
Reading between lines that most cannot broach;
A living, breathing mystic
Guiding us to infinity,

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Barry Dawson Jr. IV

Barry Dawson Jr. IV

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