Raymond Farr
Apparitional States
5.
As a young boy
He was
Eaten by
A beech tree
& never
Walked home
Again
The sky was
A conjuring sky
Blue with
Yellow stars
But his Momma
Found him
& carried him home
& washed his
Dark hair
With soap the
Color of
Wet amber
Like honey on
His head
It was gentle
To his fairy tale skin
He was scrubbed
& then fed
& he put on
The moon as he
Put on his PJs
& hid like a bug
Under the warm covers
In the dream
Of a storm
Most of what
He was
Was how he
Stayed silent
How he
Stayed hidden
He was
The young
Boy
Eaten by a
Beech tree
He was dreaming
He was
Somewhere
The windows
Nailed shut
& burning
Like phosphor
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5.
As a young boy
He was
Eaten by
A beech tree
& never
Walked home
Again
The sky was
A conjuring sky
Blue with
Yellow stars
But his Momma
Found him
& carried him home
& washed his
Dark hair
With soap the
Color of
Wet amber
Like honey on
His head
It was gentle
To his fairy tale skin
He was scrubbed
& then fed
& he put on
The moon as he
Put on his PJs
& hid like a bug
Under the warm covers
In the dream
Of a storm
Most of what
He was
Was how he
Stayed silent
How he
Stayed hidden
He was
The young
Boy
Eaten by a
Beech tree
He was dreaming
He was
Somewhere
The windows
Nailed shut
& burning
Like phosphor