silence slices air
in slimmer molecule to measure
metered breath, as birth of heartbeat
beating drum in ear, as fear
of what one is
without the other
where loss is taste
of flower crumbled,
dust to cling
a past to tongue
in cleave of separation, sorrowed
when ache of linger, longs in loins
of fantasy figures
future time warp,
woven in a nest of rhyme
and calm is call, to treasons meeting
marching to pure passions rhythm,
in rock of soul,
as smoke in bowl; inhaled prayer
of spirits tremble
never spoken
Honorable mention
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