...a story about migrating to Italy

Monday, March 12, 2012

Only A Word

Only A Word
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alienate me from the extremities
i cannot take this force unknown
to breathe and eat this cauldron simmers
steams this illness this mere word

i know not the earthly rainbow
fled from the sky in twilight
i kick the breeze and speak the dust
dream this illness far from you

fortunetellers please beware
the seconds tick away the light
freezing as the sun breaks sky
ground and water dance as one

and to this day all weak complaints
disappear into the mud
for this word makes world petty
seems this illness is verbose

- Michelle Napolitano 2000

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