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voices, poem

The Hierophant

We’ve waited hours

in this dusky, dusty place.

Anger and fear

are mixed in our breasts

as we wait on,

kneeling, heads bowed. (Perhaps

the blindness

is hardest to bear. I think

I’ve memorized

this cracked patch

of floor.)

Or perhaps

these hours

have been my life.

As I wait

for meaning.

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Glenn

October 20, 2008 at 8:45 pm Leave a comment

remembrance

strobelit

sketched gestures, i

reach to touch

and you are gone

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–Glenn

‘Each image we perceive has elements of ourselves within it.’  Samwise Davies

July 25, 2008 at 12:55 pm 1 comment