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By Daniela Date: 2002 Nov 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.19.22.30.1429]] |
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The Prophets Speak To Poet Ears listen one by one the sound of the dove in the sky it's head pointing down speak the sound in your grasping hand the dove flying in thick blackened polluted air sticky chemical spray on pollinating daisy fields yellow daisy sky falling to the Hudson sea a life likened to a suicide the prophets speak to poet ears as thoughts wobble in painters knees kneeling, forgetting who he is the dove's beak opened my ears direction strings diagnosis one by one you stumble on the rock of knowledge it is not your sound, poet it is your ears this prophet speaks to you your right twitching knee your eyes painting and painting the ears |