a wonderful wind opens
up a moment of
vision
a glimpse into an abyss
where from a warbling breath
rises from the listless blackness
a shapeless wonder of a voice,
in a sonorous whisper it speaks:
blackness to the stars
teeth, treasures, gifts,
and power beyond distinction.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
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