My Listener

My Lord, my listener
You patiently wait
Through the long-drawn breath of my time.
What you gave to me
Will return to you
(Anyone’s guess where the borrowed ribs go) –
This breath that covers my eyes
And clears my sight;
Beating membrane’s spark;
These things alone
Will return, 
You to me to you
When you are finished speaking
Through my voice.

Published by Marushka

I dream curiosity and write words that change brains.

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