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Some Sort of Monologue

by James C. Morehead

 

the left hand corner

 

 

                            if life is random words are life

                                                       runningmadlycaughtandgraspingforbreath

                                                                                                     hewrote

high in the sun

all light streams outward

leaving a point of darkness

and that is the end

 

                                         when will we run out of questions

 

 

SOME

SORT

OF

MONOLOGUE

 

a middle ground where little runs

wild but much is quiet

 

             crying doves

             a warning

             rainbow tears

             on white feathers

 

is it poetry or merely a stream of lettered symmetry

 

to one side he held her

quietly

instructing as told

unable to convince

 

is there a place where those who think live alone

 

                         there is no order

                         without confusion

                         there is no symmetry

                         without darkness

                         it you wait long enough

                         someone will knock

                         enter

                         and leave

                         saying nothing

 

who writes

is this enough

 

 

 

 

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