Dream yellow
the sweet singing of the Word made lip
the warm sound that touches the tooth
squeaky meaning in language,
saliva flowing from your mouth.
The blue letter stuck in the red of my soul
The word jumble of the air we breathe my silence
But the sound of syllables wind
only a brown shadow whispers
kidnapping letters one by one saving
those that redeem the living from their mistakes,
the same to cauterize pronounced sigh
making waterproof cry that pursues me
(each dark night of endless summer) Dream
yellow
Pending always
And only get the gunmetal faint
a word forgotten.
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