Children speaking

in a Bevy—

 

singing choirs,

a coherence of pitch hanging

off paper with eight staves.

 

The song screams,

cutting through a cloud of Silence

and the Perpetuity of some

inalienable rights

developed long ago.

 

I hear

Elegance of the Note,

and cry Tears of Emptiness

that a cloud of Silence may win

 

again.

 

 

 

Edited by Dale Winslow, Publisher/Editor-in-Chief at NeoPoiesis Press

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