Swirls of One Hue

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I can't remember why i wrote this, but it was about some one having forced me to change

Submitted: February 08, 2011

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My soul moves sinuously in the synthetic bowl,
Orange, red, silver and dark indigo swirls of one hue, it swims
As though from water it had been born  and never knew death
Its fluidness was its life, breath and intent.
 
Before I knew you as I know you know, limpet
Tired and dying the fish slept.
But on the night I realised from Haiti’s wise words, People
Don’t eat riches, but the food with which riches buy.
And that rooster who crows the loudest is also the first to die.
 
My soul was set free when I learned that you would never know me.
For all your noise, darkness and iniquity,
you are as glass is when you open your mouth.
My inner silence will keep you out.


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