Sequestered in literature
virtual literature,
containing only vowels.
Spread in scrolls across the midnight blue.
There, is where it is sung in drones.....
~
was the sound lost, or
had it never been heard?
~
we tried willing it to be
BUT
it never came....
not now, not then, not yet.....
~
we remained untested, unsure
and unfamiliar with our abilities.
beatitudes aimed at our persona's
did not forgo the intention.
~
Naked
as the ocean without her tides,
the mother cried
~
Standing open on the midnight blue
She spilled silent images of herself,
surrendering her substance into its folds.
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the Mothers call is always answered
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