Sounds of
sunrise
Burst upward
Through my
feet
Shoot out my
skin
In prisms of
color. Peals
Of laughter
smash against
The ceiling
and rain down
Onto my
cheeks warm
And salty
like tears. Lost
In the days
and nights,
Lost in the
forest,
Up the
mountain
Through the
pass and down
Onto
alluvial plain rolling
Into the sea
laughter
Salt and
tears.
I board the
train to cross
The Russian
countryside
But there
are not enough
Freight cars
to carry all the notes,
So I have to
forgive my family
For keeping
music from me.
On the
stilted horizon
Magicians’
assistants march
Buckets
sloshing to bring me
An
apostrophe of wish. In
The end I am
clean
And empty.
The music
Chased out
all the words.
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