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Far Off Constellations
Far off Constellations
David J Walker
It’s not me
It’s the judgment
I never see
But can still hear
The chitter chatters
Of muffled voices
That scatters into
A bust of Swahili
Or Farsi
Or Gaelic
for all that matters
I can clearly hear it in my head
Those words
That might have been said
Might have lied
Might have died in cooler
Midnight air
Never to be mentioned or
remembered again
It’s not me
It’s the bubbles with
Those words I see
And can read
in a race
Floating off into
Outer space
On a collision course with
Far off constellations
Copyright ©
David Walker
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