Saturday, 11 June 2011

Out Of Sorts

Burning, feel it.
Notice and proclaim!
A question,
denied...
I know, yet I am confounded.
Earth not swirling,
feel it should,
I now am ungrounded.

Pause, hold it.
Remain silent but she spoke!
Invisible voices.
I am no longer here.
I hear myself echoed
as I return,
it was repeated
in my own.

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