where the writers are
The Awake Lips

Oh thou, the fundamental bass

symphonize my words

At rush of tripping close of day

In the disappearance of sound

And whispers then sway around my lips

tingling me all, afar-

beyond the bounds of common joy!



Darkness runs through darkness

I am kept from scary dread

To be ushered to a wide grin

Fearless to smile, daring to win

The strings of tune

taken form in the Invisible

by the murmurs of our lips’ duet!