When I fear silence
I am born in a convent
No father for one hundred mothers
Needed cold when I was gone
When I was gone
A patchwork intelligence
When I was a patchwork
The “I”s is unfolding
When I was him
Born to a thousand mothers
When I feared silence
I am silent
The guffaws of asphalt the faultline moans
I am this I am that
My mothers sing Ordo Virtutum
I am bound on the flagstone
Voicless among the angels
Heartless among the stones.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
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