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Voice

by Tadeo Seguin


what sounds!

these echoes rolling

from her tongue


her rhythmic lips

cut and mold

the flowing stream


melodies linger

until the next

comes lapping

on my mind


the touch of blue

that drink my ears,

the shores

her lips caress













Fissured Shell

By Tadeo Seguin


a passing scent

lights bygone scenes

of a past enclosed

within a fissured shell

the light it throws

into my eyes

steals my present,

fading moments

always drifting

slipping

never pausing

for my grasping hands


fragmented sounds

words lost

from careless mouths

bring visions

of my future


my future

waiting for the present

to reach and pass

and wither away


a flower’s scent

ignites

my disembodied past

to steal once more

my present

from my eyes




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