no, not whisper, a soft electric insistence—
of the body’s secret parliament,
of the body’s secret parliament,
cells conspiring in dim corridors of blood,
a small rebellion dressed in silence,
and I, still seated, still watching, still revising the sentence,
as if by arranging words just so
I might persuade the dark to behave.
a small rebellion dressed in silence,
and I, still seated, still watching, still revising the sentence,
as if by arranging words just so
I might persuade the dark to behave.