Grid Visions

My father
Whose art was heaven's
Hollows and bread

Understood power in
A certain sense
He practiced disutility 
While electrified by regret

One home down
A few more up
The previous did not qualify 
Grand or honorable

Without a model
An engineering heart
Simplifies arteries to schema
Whose story and why

Did the end miss its epilogue
And fail the expectation
While riding the request
From far away to nowhere near

I miss
Marks held neighborly kindness
And my vagaries 
Are blights and lights and frights

Fear will nestle in, a dog on the couch
While mirrors are spears
Waiting to accuse the point
Of periodic malfeasance

Memories do not do past
Nor tense
They are alive
He is not

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