from the mouths of angels voices appeared like bonfires burning from their faces as the last clouds of day melted away their message rose from the edge like a half note of wind it was breath to breath a full measure without error that eternity holds the dreams of the dead
It was an occasion for suspicion a strange arrangement searching for a solemn confession among a pastel of voices like the comma between two good thoughts of invading serpents and invading dreams where the best of plans are assembled for a traveler born wounded to find a way under a keyboard of passing clouds
a stretch of clouds created for a brief moment a perfect opening a separation of white and gray a gift of silence revealing a distant blue ceiling mostly unnoticed until… the clouds quietly reformed into a white flat unbroken carpet
never alone without voice words chase me down while traveling through nameless towns like cats and thieves soft walking through openings in fences where whispers speak and lies wish for the truth never stopping outrunning hunger yet praying for one more heartbeat to see the moon while evening drinks the day dry … More IN THE QUIET
wet pavement rain washes city dust polishing the rust with heavens night showers shining sidewalks beneath an all night diners neon’s ruffled muted images drip past the front door into refuge where sinners have no regrets as they speak of never enough time while exchanging ideas of washed over without washed out … More NIGHT GATHERING
unkempt hours lacking value steal the breath out of day anxious wishing tries to move time, though fails against the push within the clutter of desks and chairs heads lean like gravestones while the eyes of one look like the eyes of another
Roger Singer 