|Motel Symphony First Movement, Freedom
Author: Testament to Youth in Verse PM
Yea, righteously I pluck my words from the silenceRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Poetry - Words: 88 - Published: 12-17-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2292010
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My hands are slippery and my hair is wet;
I step out of the shower, and the word that comes to
The floor, speckled.
The mirror, smeared.
There is quiet static in the air
and a slight scent
of nature, dirt, or semen -
one cannot be sure.
But to be sure it is merely myself
and my permutated souls.
As plural is an act of power,
Yea, righteously I pluck my words from the silence
of this very evening's