Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Exodus 19: In Writing

Beating wings
brooding overhead
a call too piercing to answer

have and enwrap
break forth and leap
over the edge of being

Within the cry
the flame
the silence

Set forth a space
at the banks
where our waters lap each other

Where our lips press
inhale, exhale

bound in their tenuous skin

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