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Poetry - 1. Poem 1
I read a book once
With a conversation about what God's laughter sounds like.
The Major insists It is the thunder
Booming
and crashing over the world
But Jamie feels like I do. That His laughter is a verra wee sound
indeed.
It is very quiet now. But all I have heard these last few days
is a skittering tinkle of a
soft
universal
laugh.
Such a tiny thing. It fills up my existence
And it shatters me completely.
I won't be the one to ask. I can't.
I won't
be undone again.
Expressions are to be manipulated into a wall.
A fortress
around a place to where sounds don't pass through easily
and nothing gets heard.
Drowning is the most silent form of death.
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