Monday, September 28, 2020

Water and sound and tiny words



I am silent this is silence the voice has ceased 

a car rumbles up the street

quick of the second to the last set here, 

from this disc, this lick, this set, go boom


formal talk is echoes of birds among the mountains 

preparing to slip to slump to slide 

oh into the plains of the farthest thought dear, 

into the valley for whom we await dirt dear


you will once be again the last pause

that filled eternity before being remembered

a star, you are a star in the heavenly fields

I am silent this is silence this is forged anew again


into the soundless sound of the vasty deep

in between the broken heart of 

human loneliness and craven desire, a small flame

no one will ever find the one now I am at the one now


in the sweet prayer of hollow light

flowers along the gate and old love everlasting

just a dream before sleep and playing catch with the words

I am silent this is silence this is the unheard

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