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clxrion
Poems
Nov 2014
Seeker
Slip into the viscous stream of starched fabric knowing I belong not here, ever the dissonant clef rattling its bar
Presence coaxes the parched throat but slakes not the gut's burn. I have learnt to swallow the fireballs I fear may wayward fly
Lactic oblivion strains the milk, scrubbing out taints of blossom-red
Speak, so their shunted breaths return trembling to the lips. There is nothing to see, hear, this drum echoes with ghosts you fathom not
Twice weekly I cross over to the past, fleeting high-breasted gryphon among the bright-eyed hatchlings. Then the summons of the bell
Reality strikes as lightning; the boom that trails it is the singed silence of the mute mind
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