Monday, December 5, 2011

The Sound of Living In The Blink of an Eye

I am paper
I am cotton
I am crumbling leaves,
so easily dispersed by whispers,
dispersed like particles of smoke
from the lungs of my god,
he spoke me,
spoke life into me,
and like an afterthought,
some years later
he unspoke me.

In its silence,
it was the
loudest thing you'd ever hear.

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