Posted on June 12, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
All throats are coated There is no clear speech It is, a cluttered emptiness Search for words, understood only By mimicry, representation sounded And it seems that voice knows What part of the night To split open wide, with ruckus Within the apex…
Category: PoetryTags: Author, Cats, Names, Noise, Poem, Poetry, Speech, Sun, Words, Writer, Writing
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