stone field
you say i do not sing of joy
but of sorrow
you say each word is a reproach
each a stone
you say
rest that fierceness
erase that debt
i see the sky change to fire
lighting up my empty bed
michèle voltaire marcelin
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This entry was posted on Friday, November 14th, 2008 at 7:09 am. It is filed under poetry and tagged with Artwork: James Porter, despair, michèle voltaire marcelin, sadness, solitude.
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