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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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  • Healing Arts Chapbook No.6
  • 2022 Handley Awards
  • About
    • PCC Inscape Instagram
  • Feral Parrot : The Blog
  • INTERVIEWS
  • Inscape Alumni Board
  • SUBMISSIONS
  • ISSUE ARCHIVE
    • 2016 Fall Online
    • 2016 Sppring Online
    • 2017 Fall Online
    • 2017 Print Issue - Manifesto TOC
    • 2018 Fall Print Issue - Frankenstein TOC
    • 2018 FA Frankenstein Companion
    • 2018 Summer Online
    • 2018 Fall Folio - VOTE
    • 2018 Fall Spirituality
    • 2019 Celebrating Dia De Los Muertos
    • 2019 SPR Mental Health Companion >
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    • 2019 Fall Folio -- Moon Moon
    • 2019 Fall Folio
    • 2020 Summer Folio
    • 2020 Feb Folio
    • 2021 Feb Folio