Monday, March 9, 2015

Atoms

Atoms

If the song will let you crawl inside its mouth
and down its throat

you can find the place where the words trickle and form

You will come upon the stalactite that they fall from
These are not tears

These are not exactly secrets

inside of the song
but the clutched particles of true things that
because they cannot be spoken

alter the voice into song

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