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A chromatic thread that wraps your space
to form a tangled ball of sound.
A photograph of self that laughs but
often cries and keeps a lie from happening.
It empties a soul, screams in jest, lets time adjust
a mountain, and finds a synonym for speech.
It embraces an entrance for the mind to
balance and leave whole.
A discussion, a prayer, an ambiguous searching, a
rite, a view, a manifest tale. A look at past.
A look at future that plots our courage
and frees our rapacious keening wits.
A poem. |
