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The Bleeding Sound
The sound bleeding
In the cool ear,
An icy silence around,
The sun seeping beyond
The hot spastic horizon,
Weeping clouds
In tornadic winds
Like screaming bells
Ringing their syllables,
Trying to get higher,
The falling sight
Tracking down the sky's white
Into the night,
Tracking down the dreams of this medieval burg
Into its red stones
Those dreams dieing in the water,
Tracking down the religious songs
Into the clay,
In oxygen chains.
poem
by
Marieta Maglas
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