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Oracle-7/23/09
Sometimes in the
Depths of darkness
He would speak
Words tumbling
Out
Unclear, Incoherent
Rambles
Fear stricken pleadings
He would be soothed
With questing hands,
Hot lips
A fierce cajoling
Love
Leaving him
Speechless and dazed
Unable to continue
No more dire utterances
Fluttering
From swollen lips
Neurons past all
Thought
Open only to
Sensation
Now, standing here
Captive in the
Unending
Echoing silence
As
Molten rivers
Of
Liquid despair
Consume him
He wishes
He had listened
This poem is the sole creative property of the author, the inferences drawn are at the discretion of the reader…