Roger Singer

the roar of blood

keeps the skin

from sleeping

 

while spirits speak

the language of awake

and night dreams

are absorbed

into the flash

of neon messages

directly from

the mouths of angels

speaking of the

everlasting

though even they

fail to fully

understand

 

while half notes

and unanswered prayers

drip like a warm rain

from the

under surface

of heaven