Poem 1982 (1)

A voice begins

 

Then a voice begins
from my mouth
its effort winging
toward some blurred sun
of longed-for clarity
or coherence

The voice tries at that
but stumbles
in a library of fog
shifting light along
walls of code
like mute cries

Within this brain
an acoustic slum
for unclean signals
prey of dreams
a strange tide fills
and drains
through the self
its text.

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