BABYLON

there’s a desert

on the edge

of the last thought

or spoken word

 

a mystery

wide and full

like a

blue Egyptian sky

or the walls of

Babylon

 

a whisper of

an answer

a tear caught

within a lie

 

a song without

words

safe and

attached

 


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