Cascades in Silence
My song surges through the wires of midnight.
I'm just a burning bush in the desert
just the electricity of eyes igniting some spark
I'm just the ghost of matter haunting the future.
of the moment is the fount of my
forth out and beyond this aching form.
a loving stroke beneath the chin,
then a smile.
esse: Latin: to be
©1995, 2000, 2007 Ralph Dumain
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Uploaded 18 August 2000
Edited 22 December 2007
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