A Voice Not Yet Nor More
Voices do not carry yet nor more,
But we are louder when without,
A root to replace the viral spore,
And fungal fire spreads as gout.
But we are louder when without
A ghost to echo the inner timbre,
So fungal fire spreads as gout,
Future heirlooms oozing amber.
A ghost to echo the inner timbre,
Lost to telemetric integrity.
Future heirlooms oozing amber
In fidelity for sake of sincerity.
Lost to telemetric integrity,
A mind to script; convenient lore.
In fidelity for sake of sincerity,
Voices do not carry yet nor more.
Copyright © B. Joseph Fitzsimons | Year Posted 2020
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