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Poems
May 2017
3:00 A.M.
The iridescent silence
resides in every hole
Every nook, every branch, every absence
aware that it should know
That the silence should seek the silence
and dampen living sound
Exert its out numbering presence
and flush disturbance out
This is how the woods exist
in the mercury morning night
It is the one time of the day
when sound loses the fight
Everything moving is alien
a probe disturbing time
Everything uneased by nothing
an irrationally influenced mime
Then "until" is the gospel of life
until strings ignite the sound
When those fallen silent resume their strife
and until their movements resound
But under the velveteen mirror
under the soft grip of ice
Air becomes solid and trees shadow white
in the mercury morning night
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