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Hidden In a Word

in the beginning, there was a cathedral of silence so long, I could discern blood congealing, my face had cracked in a mirror of denial and as the horror of a putrid filth unmasked in its entirety I hid,in my castle of refusal and it all lay in silent morning… as pieces of self fell away, splintering to pierce the dawn with a roar of upheaval from Africa’s shores, a keen of mortality shatters eardrums continents away a campaign continues still, I run away into smaller and smaller rolls of my ballpoint, consumed in the ink words flow unchecked as veins bulge with effortless zeal All blessing the written word, as each cornerstone reinforces my castle walls

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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