"Till human voices wake us, and we drown." T.S. Eliot
The lights are out but I am still here.
The lights are out but I am still here.
I hear the sound of voices
on the
other side
of an
imaginary wall.
Later I
will dream of a child
abandoned
in the dark,
lost, without
a voice.
Lightning
flashes but the rain
brings
no relief. I hear the gurgling
of
rising water coming closer.
We read
the headlines, day after day.
The
world is on fire.
Who
will burn?
Who
will drown?
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