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The voice is time draining
its remains through caustic
enclosures, cataclysmic rhythms
raining down god-like structure
on intransigent position
recording its internal dialog
with a well-formed void of
spirit
in reeling space
The gray glow outside
casts a hollow sheen surreal
quaking overturned buds kicked
off
the tops outstretched and
clinched unflowered
spread about the staggered steps
among the ransom’s reason
brought out of solitude unresting
in space invaded
The immediacy in closed eye
fields magnified beyond infernal
periphery pervasive enveloping
the voice
piercing the slack surfacing
the perimeter of your person
bridging the barriers of renewal
cross-flowing numb tension
in rest impediments
The words in transposition
line their attack feigning
indignity
of the speakers’ holy position
within
audible patterns and pieces
intersecting
rims and casings within visions
colored by meters of moments and
mileage
unmarked in their distance
remaining
unnumbered
Matt Mauldin
6/2017
Santa Barbara, CA
Appearing in Patterns of Reconciliation
6/2017
Santa Barbara, CA
Appearing in Patterns of Reconciliation
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