of
starlight
come
to
fill in all
the gaps
strange sounds
heard
out
windows
in
the
too
cool
summer
night
a growing
problem in the strain
between emergent
worlds
very soon
she'll ask a
question
what
will
your
answer
be?
I am chosen silence
words
on
page
I hope
very much
to be included
in your next book
whenever/
whoever
they/I may need
to be
caulk on
concrete walls
thick gray smells
banshee wails
it's all in images
formed into words
it's all gods
dying at once
she goes--
and it sounds--
sometimes
like--
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