Whipping threads of nonexistence into being
Plaiting words from whistles and waking
Breath behind sleeping scabbards…
Culling Spirit and crafting flesh from
Sonnets...
Working bone with vocal splinters
And wrapping…
Veins around these acappellaic arches
Where liquids currents carve their way into courses
And breathing plasma crosses rhythms
Of harp and trumpet sounding pulses
Tapering free staggered verses and
Pronouncing…
Sharp notes and sharper edges
Giving way unto rock beds that buckle and
Bow to sunken spaces
Where gene pools assemble to count generations
And the wake of contoured faces
Do resemble spoken words
By whose greatness threads of vowels wrapped in…
Phrases finding meaning
Rest upon His voice alone.
Copyright © 2009 by Brandon Sandy
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