Wednesday, April 9, 2014

I Am the Voice of the Wind said Wind

I am the voice of the wind, >>  here I am

like a reed carved of wood alvioli

and breathing through the tongue of an iamb

as the silk that emit from a snail

softer is the force of a hurricane

than the lament with its reddened cloud stuff

it evanesces with turpitude, though

and its legacies are written in snow

they are redolent no more than a day

that before the sun sets, my innertube,

look, see, I speak of the sky, my Onus

is to inflate it each moment it lingers

while mightiest universe is Outlined

soundless and omniscient blown from my Mind.

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