Friday, September 18, 2015

Deuteronomy 18: In Writing

Close the conches of my ear
so I don't hear 
so I don’t see
seal my eyes

Leave me the space of not-know
of not now,
of tomorrow

Give me the silence between words 
the echoes of emptiness 

Blanket me dark
make me present in absence

Give me the hollowed grave
So that I don’t die

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