Preparing for New Song
Conversations with Poets
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the shadows
of the invisible
blanket me
covering my flesh
my hot thoughts
attract their carresing
whispers spoken
in tongues
i do not understand
but
feel their weight
as they slide across
and
through me
the changing force
of a mental menstruation
taking the old unrealized
leaving behind
the empty room
ready to be filled
with new song
as the mourning
gives way
to blessed night
and
the beginning
of my day...
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