Once Alive
Once Alive--
And little markings make you little symbols that make little words, of little meaning…
Words, words, words….
“words that rang with a brassy, shallow chime”
Asked a million times, so many, by so many-- its trite, in the night saves no one, on your tongue supplication to who and what and where out there in the cold vastness of space,
I see your face in my supplications, you my alter, you my shrine,
My letters into the black abyss of a sea so large and tumultuous, that the grain of sand carrying word, tosses about unbeknownst to the rest of the sea.
While the beating heart trapped in its cage of ribs-- And the trembling hands that compose send letters from the corpse.
Once alive,
living loving woman with lust on her lips and love in her heart.
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