Sunday, January 30, 2011


Your voice is in the tress.
You visit me with the din
of your impure presence.
You are like the wind
when when the world was mere rock:
the echo that binds up the string of sound
into vibrations.

The storm portends your coming.
Your breath simmers
from underground.
I sift the dust with my hand,
and listen to the trees scream again.

one day one day,
two souls..two souls

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