At the Hearing
Hand at heart,
the hearth’s heat heard here.
Stand!
- astound a still silk sound.
persuade the fleshbell tell;
listen little;
listen well.
Glass glistens, cracks away
part
and
parcel
more than before.
Clear clean space
Sweeps away.
Truth-seekers weep.
Copyright © Andrew Gallagher | Year Posted 2008
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