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January 20, 2008

Without Sound, God is Empty

Muted screams
echo in angry silence
as hushed waves
break on the shores
of heaven
deafening gods
with good intentions.

(and heaven is
the remains of
intricate sand castles
shaken from
the shoes
of sunburned children)

Still, sooty clouds
billow across strange coasts
raining the whispers
of anonymous lovers
onto oblivious
devils hell-bent
to be heard.

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