25 march 2015
DISTANT VOICE
Today I will shed my body
and meet you halfway at watery address.
My eyes were not blinking to hold the clouds.
To live or not to live was a great pain.
Two small hands and two bubbling eyes
glued to a broken wall was my hope.
And glitter of the road,
fallen trees,
dead panther,
had sacrificed my sun.
I think I live to die daily,
and die daily to live again
over the enormous property of shame.
Melting in my own blood
I was becoming dark.
The night was dancing on my sadness.
Now it was me, shaking in remoteness
of a distant voice!
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Anthony DiMichele