by Kathy Boles-Turner
Into the blank bottomless,
fissure. Dogmatic — staring,
waiting-waiting-waiting
for sounds to emerge,
or prophetic images. Or ravenous
beasts horned and winged.
Great snarling beasts whose
existence depends upon
intuition, or grief.
Or the simplest of reasoning.
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