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noktUrnal whisperings

last nite the voices, the saulty voyces wrasping
alterNayting bee-t- ween the rayge and tranquilitee
of past lyfetimez
an old wom An telling her storee with flowerz
thankfullll for the giant butee of the darkness
the purrrfect solitudee that comes with understanding:::
she iz godd
she Haz kno kontrol
& total controle
the winds come and go with her becKon
yet they are rebel and deafen her
too the lul(a)byes her mother sings from beeneeth the sea
in soft tones, never breaking the bubbbbles
az they Rise to the SUrface
whille Angellz fall like stars splashing
a sunset seeen ONE ly by the blind
who listen like dogs to the midnite rayns
for a sign, forre the arrival of a stray-nger
perhaps a wiseman perhaps a thief
perhaps a ded ancestor fourgotten
and lonely in his death
an incomplete voyage
a voyage without? des?/tiny
the mourning myst rolls wide and farr
the earlee morning whorizon of a child?s comforter
too kold to leave the womb
the warmth the silense too much to leave beeehind
the kold, the noise,,,, the ground too much
to know the uncertaintee of lyfe
the purrceeved certaintee of deathh
the nausea that comes with the birth of each daye

 
 

and yet even in this
nausea /comfort/ + /hope/
a remindUr that eech vision each breath each touch
iz her first
and the sounds
the voices her hands !!!!!! familiar !!!!!!!!
yet incomprehensible
and the wind comes at her beckON
she?s a liteHaus
her light burns mysteriousllly
and she weeeps and her tears
run down her whYte dress
adding lyttle by littell to the oshunz dispair
and the torn pieces of her dress float
atop the waves
like corpses pounding against the surff
wondering where the hope iz in all this  
 
 

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