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The Lightning Tree (Disperse and Recoagulate)

February 16, 2014

onehundredandeighteen

The sky exploded.
But it never made a sound.
The burst was heard.
Only between the dancers.
As they circled round and round.
On the wind.
A white feather.
Slowly spiralling down.
Along its spine.
Her name.
And a song.
Written to graze.
The roof of Heaven.
Gabriel blushes.
‘fore the blue sky.
And holds his tongue.
Nothing to say.
That can’t be said wrong.
Somewhere.
On his lips.
And those.
Of whatever’s.
Above him.
Are the words.
I’m longing to speak.
When you ask “what”.
And I say “nothing”.

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One Comment
  1. Very nice, eloquence!

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