Saturday, March 8, 2014

Genesis 30: In Writing

To increase
grow solid
or cease

feel the force of
the echoing hole

I am
a cipher
a hollow scream
the gaping O

my voice trails
lost in
the cacophony of the many
who will gather it together?

I am
the barren tree
reaching dried branches
towards winter

the thickets thicken
as I feel the press
of emptiness
between my leaves

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