294–Speak to Me

i force the words await your
voice sit here contemplating
how i will hear your sound
today the wind is silent
cars rush by but even the
sirens are quiet just now
holy mother of god i think
then holy mother of me
then holy mother
speak to me speak to me
is that the swish of your
skirts my hearing’s not
what it used to be quiet
hard to come by you are
sound and silence boom
and swirl all i hear is this
one voice tune my heart
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