Speak to me with eyes
Of my own, no sound…
Hollow human ties
Invisible, round.
Singing souls once again
Climbing trees, fallen cherries-
Planes of now and then
Using, misusing gifts from fairies.
Beautiful haunted past
Terror pulsating, stings
Recordings spin fast
On Staccato’s wings
Sound flying through
Connecting leaves…Keep
A tuft of review
Mislay motions deep
Under pending pain-
Subordinate silence.
The mind with a cane
The heart making sense.
Familiar faces
Chamber music ceases.
Paternal places
Maternal pieces
A feather falling
A strophe inside…
Courage is calling.
The chosen, we open wide…
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