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Jul 2017
What I wanted to say escaped
into thunderstorm
  blending into puzzles of Grey.

What I wanted to say struggled to breathe, broke out of strait jacket
helped me to burn free.

What I wanted to tell you lunged
   for  depths I could not reach
      wrapping aches with
          scarlet mist.

Blocking my way
through thunderous gates,

I whispered to railroad tracks
  watched a disfigured mutt
    run away with my moan.

Locomotive eyes, its coat, black as coal mine night as if moonless waters rippled longingly for light in an unseen pocket,

where words
  fall apart in somebody
    else's mouth after visiting with
      God.


I heard it all take my ink
as your invisible hand
  drained it dry,

a disemodied voice
  in my ear
    calmly telling me
      to breathe
         deep waters

  and just be.
Styles 12
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