Thursday, December 11, 2008

Truth

A stabbing pain in my side is replaced by the pain in my heart.
Your words fly out on silver strings.
They dig.
Iustus
Deeper than loss I begin to feel.
servo
The wall grows higher as the family burns.
Sors
A picture torn asunder as one becomes five then two.
volvit
The father becomes a phantom.
suus
The mother evolves.
tergum
And Orff moves the wheel.
in
Stand like a stone and wait until the voice pierces the air.
mihi.
A dead language that saves the soul.
Propinquus vestri pectus pectoris pro is exuro.

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