Thursday, July 13, 2006

My Soul Is A Traceless Wound

my soul is a traceless wound
a bruising of stars


a trial with no witnesses


a tree of clouds where birds

are singing cloudless songs


a shade drawn against the sun

a fire stung by air

a rift within an

imaginary family


a sadness of inquisitions



no broken thread of remembrance floating


on the beautiful finger of God-



mary angela douglas 24 december 2003

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