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Private Songs

Private Songs

It does no good to mask the truth beneath these shallow smiles.
The words unspoken lie below the surface of the hours
and sing their hymns that pierce the heart in secret all the same.

The truths that never see the light are still heard, though unsaid.
Like streams of ancient water carving galleries in the dark
they pool and flow and tumble through the solid-seeming self.

Their discontented echoes roil the surface of our thought.
Their unacknowledged murmurs form the sub-text of our dreams.
Their silent incantations shape the dark heart of our lives.

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6 Responses

  1. I can feel it. It runs beneath the seemingly cold frozen water of winter.

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