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Can you hear her?

Do her eyes tell you?

She has pain that she can’t control…

She has a power that is submerged.


Do you feel it?

Does that beat fill your ears?

The drumming is strong, but it won’t last long…

Birds flock to the warmth. 


Only to find walls.

Bells begin to chime.

Ringing, rising, throbbing…

Can you hear me?


Please let me be.

Take me with you on your wings.

Sail to the sea…

There is no measurement of time.


Up, the veil is strong.

The heat now gone.

Pulling at those words, echoing and falling into the spaces.

Lost to nothing, blending with the sound.


© A. C. A. (aka Aletheia Dasein)