X (altima’s prime)

Someone says to write – to go – to stop – to think – too much

A second pauses to

Contemplate my crime

Two birds on a wire,

little walker resurrected three trajectory

The little walker resurrected three trajectory

Not too long ago, for I

One shot down of many name’s sake

Upon an uninspired unsure survivor

Continues taking flight for shame

Too afraid to

Many times .

To share becomes the feed

Lips lick to whistle too mute

Anyway then toward All Ways

To you

Transparency to clear

A tune, a channel, calling… familiar names

Flash a face to far from

Memory now here entwined are you

To Hear some as to how

Below the fault line is to above

The clock on the wall reflected

Kind

Two to the witching hour

Too revealing,  the banshee

Behind the Chime.

by: Lana K. Lilla Christian

 

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