“cloud splitter”

the wind blows soft secrets into the sternest of ears,
and they will not be denied.
nor will they wait,
for on they blow,
crazy and silent with infinite direction,
paralyzing all
in remembrance of their final thoughts.

but soon they are gone?
forever, they are never left behind.

but i am glassy-eyed,
silent and trembling,
red with tears of sweat,
aching with joyous pain!
for now i know salvation…
in one of it’s many shocking and desperate forms.

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari (May, 1997)


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