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Benjamin Kim

Sonnet

The atoms of the ancient universe
As infinite as they may claim to be
Fail to surpass the number of verses
Needed to paint your celestial beauty.

The night stars speak secrets with your brown eyes
And your laugh breathes life not unlike the sun.
Pure as the postulated truth is wise -
You were molded by divine creation.

Poets do write in vain for the white moon,
For the moon most certainly writes for you.
The blue sky rushes to pink at high noon
For the sun set bleeds each day to please you.

They say the universe will grey in shade.
They know not of thee who will never fade.

Name Poem

Benjamin

I am lying on the damp sand as uncaring tides tickle my feet.
Undulating with the sway of each gravitational lurch,
I can hear the water blocking my ears.
These waves crashed on the shore long before my birth,
And will continue long after.
To Benjamin the waves will crash for eternity.

Benjamin
name digresses to word digresses to thought digresses to nothing
Benjamin
nothing digresses to the void

Opened eyes sun blaring noon
Squint see seagull flying over sandy shore
Saline nose smell salt no breath
Closed eyes = feel everything

Benjamin
It is the name of everything that has never existed
And everything that has ceased to exist
It is the name of all and none
I can feel my body dissolving into the sand
He who never lived can never die.

The ebbing flavor of the sea in my mouth
I can taste the fish that swam with me
The fish that might as well be named Benjamin.
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  • 2020 Summer Folio
  • About
  • Black Lives Matter
  • Feral Parrot : The Blog
  • Submissions
  • Awards & Prizes
    • Handley Award Winners
    • 2019 Inscape Editor's Prizes
  • PCC Inscape Instagram
  • STAFF 2021
    • STAFF - Winter 2020
    • Fall 2020 STAFF Q&A
    • staff-SPRING 2019
    • Staff-SPRING 2018
    • Staff -FALL 2018
    • Staff -FALL 2017
  • Interviews
    • INT - Adrian Cepeda Poet of the Year 2019
    • INT-Visiting Writer Wendy Adamson FA2019
  • ONLINE ARCHIVE
    • 2020 February Folio
    • 2019 Fall Folio
    • Celebrating Dia De Los Muertos
    • Issue On-7 2019SPR Mental Health Companion >
      • Issue Intro
    • ISSUE ON-6 2018FA Frankenstein Companion
    • Issue On-5 - 2018Su
    • Issue On-4 2018FA Spirituality
    • Issue ON-3 2017FA
    • Issue On-2 2016SPR
    • Issue ON-1 2016FA
    • Folio 2 - Moon Moon 2019
    • Folio 1 - Vote - 2018
  • PRINT ARCHIVE
    • Fall 2018 Print Issue - Frankenstein TOC
    • Fall 2017 Print Issue - Manifesto TOC