maturation subdivides
the lives of prophets
into decibels of speech
insistence upon
rapid-fire refusal
to relax
beyond a shadow
territory destined
to become unclaimed
contracts beneath
the shoulder
a soldier at a time
conveys no signal at all
may you enjoy the generosity
of stasis full of sweet
and nest in how
the city's laced with calm
magic as a field
you made yourself
just whisper that
to whom you call God
and listen
for what comes back
until it's nothing
anymore
17 Sept 2008
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4 comments:
Strong stuff Sheila! :-)
Simon
And quite f***ing brilliant!
thank you Sheila
Ed
You gentlemen are very good to let me know your response. I genuinely appreciate this!
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