Thursday, March 15, 2012

Prelude to a Resurgence


Modulations of a heartbeat
vanish swiftly into the blindness
of a flat line.

I've been floating on the hem
of cloudless slumber

at the mercy of slack tide.

But when the sky vibrates
against the quiver in your voice,

the electric air will stain our skin
with chirping flecks.

And I will lean against
the livid screen of nightfall,
cradling the embryo of a storm.

And I will listen
to the lapping of the waves
singing back

to the vast untold.



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