Vocation

Melting our days

Keys spark mightily
casting shadows green
the beginning knows its sister
letters change despicably
while the pulse has a roaring echo
Voices stretch the treetops
twisted branches in suspension
and in the midst of rain
Earth geometrically clothes itself
like a rush of sand
until the shell demands entry
the waves rock the fish into
their sleep
Keys fervently form
as the light wispers
names and vacuum while
insight resists reflections
emanating from multitude
from the prism of hope
until our days melt away
the frozen night

 

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