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Silent. Reverent. Dissonant.
SG (january third 1990 / lebadon, ohio)

Silent. Reverent. Dissonant.

Poem By sandra geisell

Death cloud.

Still, perched
on thin black wire.

Silent.

Reverent.

Dissonant.

A thousand prayers
a million beads
one fated path.

Curse your
silent breath.

Our loathsome
reverent guest.

Deliver us
dissonant death.

And we'll be,
on our way.

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The words sing. (but I will have to return and think about it later. Off to work!)


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