The Cry of One Stolen From

June 9, 2017
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that echo

of silent air


hidden from the eyes
of the babbling any


but for you
who takes away


my shroud,
that unquiet reminder


of that air, silenced yet
my shroud, never


now hear me,
through its folds


and hear the silent air
which bore it


you, carrying my shroud,
you do not hear


(for it is silent)

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