Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Winnowing Spirit

You are lost because
it is quiet

There is no sound
only still air

There is no rustling of leaves
no ripple of the water

The tree has not fallen, and
has borne no witness

You are lost because
it is pitch

black overtakes the light
white noise bears no beacon

There is no siren, no alarm, no psalm
to shepherd the maze

Lost life
No spirit left to salt and season

No spirit left
to shelter from impending chaos


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