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The Poems Are Coming Now
The poems are coming now
Like the waters of the flood
Overwhelming us
Driving us to places we do not want to go
Endangering us with their own disastrous carelessness
The poems are coming now at us
As if we were not even here
As if they needed no one and nothing
And cared only that their great energy let itself loose
Upon the world
As if words could be
The endless electricity of the everlasting night
And keep us all awake forever
Drowning in their fears and tears and sorrows and words and memories and loves and lights and night and everything else there is in the world
Only they can say.
poem
by
Shalom Freedman
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