In its mouth I lay me broken white
Nothing can be heard that deep they say
Oh how I long to prove them wrong
Listen to the colour of the sound breaking
On every bubble in release
No sound can compare to sounds
Gone going gone
Even the faint sound of my name
Reborn into every known colour
Hold me here I beg of you
Even after my last bubble has escaped me
And let my sleep
Reach your darkest bed heavy
To your womb I give myself back
Having seen and tasted smelled and heard
Every corner of what simple sunlight gives
Birds no longer have a song
In you they only come as I to
Relocate their path
Death is heard as
Silence singing white
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2006-10-12 at 23:27
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