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Absolution – By Paul Fisher

Posted on Jul 11, 2017 by in August 2017 |

Forgive me if I bristle
as shadows climb the walls,
and voices from another room
repeat the words
our tongues once owned.

Forgive me as you did
the night our clock ran down,
and in the dark we found
the timeless beat of silence
without a metronome.

Forgive me if my hailstones
ping pong through the house
then clatter down dry canyons
to ice our buried fires
still burning without sound.

Hear me when I say,
Through our electric skin
a sacred current flows.
Lightning fills our lungs.
Stars reverberate like gongs

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