untitled 21 by Lori St. Georgea boat brings
21 immigrant thoughts of you
to the shores of my heart.
kicking up rampant fevers,
language of the living dark.
i find myself marked,
by the principals of the soul.
they sound something like you.
something like the dark.
i open my mouth
and whisper,
for you out there
in the turning and beloved dark.
make me move,
I AM REALLY THE THREAD.
warm my body,
I AM REALLY THE FIRST STAR.
riot my heart,
I AM THE EXISTENTIAL ACHE.
for you out there in the dark.
idealism failed.
diplomacy failed.
MY life force
is airborne.
"can you breathe me now?"
out there in the printed dark?
flying blind.
radio silence.
single spark
FOR YOU.
OUT THERE...
in the raining dark.
I wait for your transmission.
04/15/2011 Author's Note: not finished.... but a start....
Posted on 04/15/2011 Copyright © 2024 Lori St. George
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