… I am the pause…
the sensation…
the inhalation of wanting lungs…
the nebula of eyelids before they rise…
the catch in chords as a heavy word is spoken…
the conception of a thought upturning the corners of a mouth…
I am the hum of prairie white noise building a nocturne…
an all encompassing silence…
and my silence is louder than a thousand dead oceans and an eternally moonless sky… (All work is copyrighted)
Monday, August 18, 2014
...And From the Dark...
...and from the dark came
the rhythmic descent of raindrops
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