When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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A glimpse

Eyelids open, eyelids shut.
A glimpse to the other side,
maybe a ghost or dragonfly.

Amelia follows the luminous, transparent wings. Their flutter leaves a red and golden trail with a faint azalea fragrance. Amelia closes her eyes, and follows the scent through dark woods and starless skies.

Ears listen, ears shut.
Heartbeats out, silence in.
Echos of known whispers.


_____Adriana Citlali
IV-I-MMXVI


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Amelia wrote a list

How?   

Video   He   Guitar   Pink Floyd   –archive
Tattoo   He   Phone   Pills   –attenuate
Photo   She   Mirror   Voices   –fade away

Wish?

Rose   He   Candles   Breakfast kiss   –frame
Wine   He   Passion   Midsummer indulgence   –preserve
Sculpture   She   Wings   Twilight ephemerality   –save

You?

You   He   Face   Man   –contemplate
He?   You?   Ghost   Others   –observe
Amelia   She   Reflection   Path   –embrace

Here?

Possibility   Instant   Expectation   Dream    — …


_____Adriana Citlali
XXIV-X-MMXIV

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