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A sound older
than seashell held to my ear
& it is the psalm of your soul,
lover,
the one calling me home
to when time was new,
the one holding me
inside its stir
its sleep
its dormancy.
A sound that mythifies ocean,
inspires the siren I once was,
a sound that birthed whisper
before air even heard song-
birds & skies hung low, foggy
with ancient forest sighs
riding bareback on wind.
A sound now made
by your heartbeat,
mornings.
------ Of all known institutions, I attend only two: church, in my heart, and school, in yours. Both are subject to demolition. - Lucie Adams, 2007
It is only for poetry to know how many stanzas fit into one caress. - Lucie Adams, 2008
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