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God-mad

April 18, 2009

Silence of wind
On broken windowpanes
Echoing down empty
Corridors, beating
Drum patterns
Of rain on the roof –
Memories tapped out
In raging morse code

Pent-up, held in
Release-aching.

God-mad –
Not angry
But filled with life’s fury
Hurtling down hallways
Filling worn spaces
                – half-remembered,
Deep old places,
Life-gone,
Ragged cliff faces
Helter-skelter in the dark.

 

Written 9 July 08 – ER

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