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The physicality of incomplete
Empty me
in glass shadows
with black pearls of wisdom
hung loosely between white lines
of knowledge
slide mountains around me
making it all worthwhile
impregnate me with notes,
music to soothe my broken spirit
faded with grave yard dust
into distant lonely nights
roll the wind up, let me breathe it
deeply into lungs wanting to scream
break my heart wide open;
say what you need to say
to release it into twilight rain,
far away from shallow pity
let the sands of an hourglass
sift this deep ache through me
release it on the other side of
soft ink weeping
pouring rhythm into
words
looking for signs of simplicity
as flowers free themselves from
secret hiding places under the sun
~Becky Zoch~4/5/08
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